Deep under dirt,
I grow,
audacious,
ferocious,
fed by rain,
you sought to deny me,
formally segregated sprinkles.
I will grow,
and glow,
under my moonlight,
and bloom,
in the morning,
to kneel,
with all the other flowers,
you denied the right to exist,
in your garden.
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