Ebony Wood


I see a young tree with ebony wood
Prospering in the concrete
It must have pushed
It must have thrust
Forced itself without retreat

And judging by the crevice it sprouts in
It made quite a shift
Like magma rising in the Earth’s mantle
Can’t abide by
But also can’t resist

So, when a young tree hits rock bottom
What does a young tree do?
Can’t stay put
Can’t go around
Must break through

Roots go nowhere but deeper
Where a tree grows, a tree remains
And if it remains in moistened soil
It will deform in the face of constraint

I see a young tree with ebony wood
In concrete--toxic and burled
The young tree with ebony wood once being you
And the concrete:
The world

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This poem was an assignment that I received in my creative writing class. We were supposed to write a poem with the theme "Rise". It was to represent pushing through struggle and discrimination.