I'm tired of planting seeds

I wanna see them fruiting trees

But would you get down on your knees

To make your ego small as a bumblebee?

I need you to pollinate these ideas for me


Living in a struggle where I could no longer let it be

I take the time to rest and relax myself monthly

Emptying the mind, feeling so fresh and clean

From the ideas that you've been fed

You need to be weaned


Cause we are all living kings and queens

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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