Tree in Me

For all the strangers who know me better than me.

I am not your enemy,

I just really want to be;

‘Cause what you do to me

With your energy’s taking all my empathy

Away from me; I’m tired of sympathy,

Tired of living here quite so judgmentally,

Immobile— In shadows of monoliths—

Undermined by doubts & absolute certainty

Biding time on burning grounds, yearning

To grow like a tree in toxicity, processing life to be,

From recycled trash left on my roots,

Passed by bodies unknowing, uncaring,

Who really say more about themselves

In the garbage they leave about trees

Than any of us, who stand and bear fruit;

Truth in spite of spite, in love in spite of hate,

Even as lies and life threaten to cut us down.