The Damaged Petals

With all the trauma we have genetically inherited

They ask why we mutilate one another like we do

They wonder why we hold such little worth for the other black life

Why we turn from bad to worse

As if we can ignore that from which we came

Raised from the concrete we are damaged petals

Yet we survive when we should not

Our tenacity is to be celebrated

Our will to reach the sun, to survive the odds

Africa is the concrete, the black skin the washed out soil

We are the damaged petals

Do not ask why we are what we are

Instead ask how we have become who we are

The damaged petals of the human flower

Adapted from Tupac’s Petals

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