Sturdy, Like the base of a tree
Grounded, Growing intricate leaves
Each blemish, each vein
An original stain
Each branch reaching out
Towards the sky
The older I get
The more that I grow
Stronger bark, stronger heart
Wisdom that shows
I am a painting of watercolors
Brown, black, and green
My canopy, curly and free
But all that I am
Isn’t all that is seen
I have roots that run deep
Growing stronger beneath
Everything that is Insecure
Unsure
Tangled and furled
All that is beautiful
Raw
And rare
Runs deep beneath the skin
And into the ground
All the energy within holding me down
But all that I am
Isn’t all that is seen
With roots that run deep
Into my soul
I am my mother
And her mother
And all who came before
Sowing seeds into a tree
That still grows
Each one of us reaching out
Climbing higher towards the sky
Clawing for heights we’ve never known
We lay down roots for those who come down next
Inherit blood and faded text
Hoping to create a legacy for our own
Because all that I am
Isn’t all that is seen
I am beautiful, complex, and unique
Made of many roots
Many trees
Many hand painted leaves
All that I am is me
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