Roots of a Honeysuckle Bush

I’m from the soft blades of grass  

in between my toes

And the red dirt that I never touched with my hands

I’m from humidity and confliction

Both outside the house and at the core  

I’m from long car rides and confusion

Sleeping in Walmart parking lots  

I’m from no Halloween costumes and no furniture  

But I’m also from the smell of closed books as they
opened

New opportunities arising  

Fueling my imagination and sparking interest in greatness

I’ve always wanted to stand out  

Not sit down  

Like a honeysuckle bush amidst weeds and dandelions

I want to be seen  

I want to explore like my childhood feet  

Run through this world barefooted

But I keep stepping on fire ant hills

No matter what I do

The stinging pain and ambition will not cease.