Wildflower
A seed planted in the wild
From the ghettos of America grows a woman child
Naturally her feet moves to the rhythm of the streets
Her soul feels the connection to those ancient drum beats

Knowledge of life nourishes her soul
Disappointments and deceptions take their toll
The authentic is precious and must be divided from the destructive weed
Love, joy, and truth increase the veracity of the seed

In time, the woman begins to bloom
A beautiful, burgeoning flower from the ghetto's tomb
Reaching into life trying to find that worthy something
She is aware and she is becoming