Nourishment
I have outgrown your backyard.
With it's dark corners,
And arid soil.
No more will you stunt my growth,
No more will beauty be imprisoned by shadows.
The world is now my garden,
and mother nature; God's hand maiden,
Nourishes me.
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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