When I was a seedling, I never felt like I belonged.

No matter how hard I tried,

I could never wiggle into your Abercrombie jeans.

No matter how hot the comb,

My hair would always rise.

I thought if I tried hard enough,

You wouldn’t notice I was a round whole in your square ass world.

If I just tried harder,

I could shrink into the box of your expectations.

But as my roots start to grow,

I finally see that my soul was never meant to fit into your cage.

I was meant to break it.