I’m not just a weed in a wind-blown place, Not a blot on your lawn, not a small disgrace. I’m a brief gold flare that won’t stay buried, A child of the edges, unsanctioned, uncarried. I rise where you never thought life would root, Through concrete seams, through the drag of a boot. In places […]
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The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i) 