Daughter
by Fahiya Rashid
I am the daughter of the forest
ever breathing, ever there
I cannot be terminated, because I always
sprout back
I am the weed that grandmother
pulls out of her garden every day
I am the weed that is always ripped up
and shredded apart
But when the sun rises every morning
and takes its place in the horizon
I will ascend from the dark, musky soil
I am unearthed once more--
the daughter of the forest
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