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Young with fruitful purpose
Blossoming into words-
“I am Woman”
Grown from the seeds of home
Born fruitfully endowed into trial
With berries of milk
Leaves of pink
Curves of bursting corn
“I, a black Woman”
My skin, a peeling
Covering the buds
Blossoming into overt
Speech against the weeds
Who pretend to be flowers
Occluding to capitalize on Sun
Too young
To understand there is enough
For me, too.
~ quill rose