Forest Green – Aisha Badru

My mind was an unripened plum
Fertilized by violence, grown in the slums
My pulse was a muted drum
Absorbed by the pavement, heard by none

But my heart was a forest green
Sustained by the rivers that I chase in my dreams
I run through the fields dressed in white
Unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind

My legs were tethered and bound
Set free by the pieces of wisdom I found
My skin grew calloused and rough
Built up by the voices that said I wasn’t enough

But my heart is a forest green
Sustained by the rivers that I chase in my dreams
I run through the fields dressed in white
Unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind

Keep going
Keep going
Keep going

Keep going
Keep going
Keep going

My heart is a forest green
Sustained by the rivers that I chase in my dreams
I run through the fields dressed in white
Unstained by the poison that leaks from my mind