Being a vegetarian, I came from where grass made the man
In my mid twenties I got transported and teleported to where ‘the man made the grass’
It is sometimes called ‘shrubs and bushes’ here
That way it can make sure it amuses the viewer
Little did i know why it got cut and sharpened in ways man preferred
As i wondered if i cud stay alive in this ‘made by man’ world
Nature is particular and strict and sharp here sometimes
While it can also grow naturally beautiful ‘when untold of’ at other times
For when I came all the way here,
like the grass, I felt expected to be shaped up for the job
The cutting and trimming, in just the needful form felt sharp
And i let a little sigh dying away into ‘nay’
And little was that ever heard,
in the flamboyant, uptight, sharp world
And upon dying and waking up again
From the grassy green grave
I came to learn, That I was meant to live
No matter short or tall, I had to upheave
Against my own notions of freedom and sharp bindings
Against my own beliefs of my role per my origin’s findings
It was not only ok but important to earn my bread here
Not for the means it gave but also for the joy of it
It was ok to ask and live through such joy
Where freedom breathed easily in my own smile
Where me was me an active part of the community
And not just the one living a life in some impunity
So much of that old world now, truthfully, stinks like some rotting hurt
Although I still miss the sweet smell
of the once happy uncut grass trying to root in its own moist Earth…
