A Speaking Tree

The roots that nourished me all my life
Now shackle me with prejudiced assimilation
The seed that once bore me as a child
Now stifles, calling me a failure.

Unburden me from leaning branches
Let me live with head held high
Trade respect without measuring people,
With biased weights and bent minds.

Axe the bark that guiles vanity as protection
Don't make me a chip of the old block.
Shed the leaves that garb pretention,
Silence their deafening rustle.

Remind me at the break of dawn,
My sunshine will pierce the darkness
Distil the dew from my nightmares
Inspire me to look at the brightness

And may be one day, the wind will be,
My chariot to a new forest
A pollen, I 'll take the best of me
A new journey, happily ever after.