Mo Asoueid
Vine of Liberation

A person
Holding the physical and emotional responsibility of life
So high that they forgot all about who they are

They withstood every scorching day,
Every storm, every tear

People would walk over them
Put them down
And still
They carried them with kindness

Even through many hardships
They stood firm and still
To protect those around them

So many branches and leaves
But there's one little red flower
The only place for themselves