forest green

aisha badru

my mind was an unripened plum

fertilized by violence

grown in the slums

my pulse was a muted drum

absorbed by the pavement

heard by none

but my heart was a forest green

sustained by the rivers that i chase in my dreams

i run through the fields dressed in white

unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind

my legs were tethered and bound

set free by the pieces of wisdom i found

my skin grew calloused and rough

built up by the voices that said i wasn't enough

but my heart is a forest green

sustained by the rivers that i chase in my dreams

i run through the fields dressed in white

unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind

keep going

keep going

keep going

keep going

keep going

keep going

my heart is a forest green

sustained by the rivers that i chase in my dreams

i run through the fields dressed in white

unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind