From a matrix of sand, spewing gravel, humus, and a heartfelt explosion
I sing unending joy. I drive, poke, peek, push
From within the ranks of green soldiers constantly mown down in an acceptance of defeat
I rise up, we rise up, diverse, tangled, fleshy, juicy, untamed
We are the voice and talents of our beloved undomesticated mother.
Living unframed, we are the wild women
shamed into invisibility or porn
Our abilities mostly unseen, our beauty defamed
We are pushed outside the acceptable window of vision
Those who purportedly seek status, perfection, power
cannot see us
We know no hierarchy
Only freedom entices us. We are the artists and purveyors of the green side of the brain
The heart of darkness of humanity has plunged us into a blind eye
plumbed the heart of being into a footnote.
Yet we embody the feminine power of birth, life, healing, and the creative juice
Infinite shapes, textures, chemicals, potentials, striving
We remain pure, never hybridized, not studied, used, developed
Just poisoned, attacked, eliminated
We bother the perfect unity of control. We are not an image with which you can comfort yourself
We hear of the genocide of peoples
We are told of the extermination of animals
The endangerment of species
Yet here we live, wild
in the perfection of multiplicity
An infinite expression of life force
We are the motion inside of you
The water that feeds you
The medicine that heals you
We are the voice of love from your mother
The mother you never embrace, thank, or appreciate. Your toes have not wriggled near our roots and the worms for so long.
Yet our contact would restore you to balance and bring you peace and health.
I speak for the weeds, whose passionate expression of indomitable life cannot be crushed
What are you growing? Who are you helping? What are you creating?
We are here to help.