“I’ve waited long enough,” I said,
If I stay here long, I’m good as dead,
I can’t stay in the alley,
I was leaving, then I saw Shelly.
I handed her the seeds,
They would fulfill the city’s needs.
Then I heard them, their feet clapping,
Quickly, they’re coming, let’s get cracking!
She grabs my hand and takes me up some stairs,
The sun looked like someone holding signal flares,
We jumped from one building to the next,
We could feel the breeze against our necks.
Shelly planted the seeds in random places,
We are starting with small spaces,
Putting them in cracks in the pavement,
We will not give in to this enslavement,
Our food and air are slowly poisoning our bodies,
Gardening is no longer just a hobby.
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