Inspired by Tupac’s poem, The Rose That Grew from Concrete
– by River Brown
I’ve got a lot of broken concrete
repurposed into garden walls and a terrace.
Breaking up concrete is nasty business
but, if all roses need is a crack
a break —
Yeah, all roses need is a crack —
Then let’s bust up some more…wait.
No, no. Not that.
Ego can’t crack concrete.
In fact, all the impermeable chemically molded aggregate
rock cement set in street and sidewalk parking lot is oppression
laid down for years — that just isn’t the point.
Ego can’t crack ego.
Domination never expected it.
It’s not like rock, paper, scissors, folks
Life love being stronger, more, miraculous
Rose forces getting through
means there’s something
bigger and better going on.
Let the dream surface
Gulp some air, open up.
Keeping dreams grows roses.