When I was young
I asked my mother
if I’d grow oranges
did I eat the fruit with its seeds
My mother laughed
denying the occurrence of
absurdity of any such kind
And so, I began planting
seeds of all kinds inside me
knowing they wouldn’t grow.
You see,
like my brain,
my body is two hemispheres
First,
the spoilt, the lost cause
Second,
the garden, the triumphant
So I kept planting seeds of all kinds
both poetry and diatribe
because of course I knew that
they wouldn’t grow
But they did and how
Roots and branches
of my true selves.
My two selves
grew and intertwined
making me a jumble of
the good and the bad
I’m lovely and distasteful
content and greedy
Spring and Autumn
caresses and slaps
But that doesn’t mean I stop planting
I love my branches, I love my roots
green and brown
I just need to stop seeking
the wrong seeds
because seeds do grow
and they make you.