Rooted in Resilience

They said nothing grows here. Concrete too cold, soil too thin. But I did.

Yeah. I did. I came up from the cracks where the concrete

cries. Under street lights, humming lullabies. No sunlight, no rain,

no rest. Just dreams pressed deep in a bulletproof chest. They said this

block don't bloom, not you. But I'm proof miracles wear scuffed shoes.

Grit on the nails, truth in the bruise. Still I rise,

nothing left to lose. Hey. And I'm rooted. Rooted.

Rooted. In the sidewalk. Sidewalk. Still blooming where they said I'd