Cultural Roots

growing up

with not one but a second tongue

that slowly retreated

remaining unsung

growing up

with feasts exquisitely carved

yet looked down upon

and being left to starve

growing up

with a face not the same

to try and change

but all left to shame

but what if

there was nothing to hide

nothing to fear

nothing to lose

And instead

All to have pride?

but what if

The roots of the ancient tree

Were allowed to thrive

To grow and grow

Never caged

And always free

For it is an honor

With the head held high

That I am proud

For it is who I am

And who I will be

And so the tree will sing

And so the tree will feast

And so the tree will remain

Unchanged

Unwavering

Unmoving

Its roots are dug deep

And never to let go