Where Were You When Your Roots Got Pulled?

I grew from the ground

A sandbox all around

Rising along-side the trees

Until caught in a breeze

Landing much too hard

In a concrete yard

Gasping for air

As strange beings stare

My body of earth

With hair made from vines

Flesh made from the bark of many life lines

A leaf for a tongue

My voice in the wind

On land that’s been skinned

Partitioned and sold

So my branches fold

Craving land that’s never been ruled

Where were you when your roots got pulled?

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