Shona
Immigrant
Immigrant
Transplanted immigrants
We grow roots in foreign soil.
Struggling like weeds amongst home grown desired
Shrubs, bushes, flowering plants,
We scatter seeds that blend with these
As we appease the greater garden,
We, tenuously, escape pesticides
And weed wackers: we blend,
Cope and adapt;
Growing luscious, emerald, flourishing, flowering;
We become grafted into alien foliage,
We give back or we take back
Moisture from damp soils;
Become prominent in ways sometimes seen
As invasive and intrusive; bearing strange fruit.
We become overgrown at times;
Tangled masses; branches, roots intertwined; seeds
scattering
On winds, on time, on nature.
We struggle for deeper roots.
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