PLEASING

Survival.
The plants soak up every
Last drop of water
And the rays of the sun
And then sink their roots

Deep

Into the ground.

Survival.
I soak up every
Last work of praise
And the glances of approval
And then sink my mind

Deep

Into the lies.

Lies,
Oh lord,
The rules and the
Systems…
Damning and a part of
The mask
And the masking.

I just want to be wild,
And flourish and
Become art !!!
Without worrying
About making
Other people’s
Gardens beautiful.

Brialee Turner