KELLY GREEN

I am Kelly

But they green with envy.

I am the ganja.

They wanna smoke,

But they get mad cause when they puff they choke.

Can’t handle my strength.

My strain something different.

But I got the sauce-uh (salsa) verde,

So they gotta have me in the kitchen.

I’m a maddening mix because I stir up the pot.

So they talk behind my back because I serve it hot.

I am Kelly but they green with envy.

I water my seeds, so of course, my orchard plenty.

They clocking the growth of my prosperity leaves.

Rather than help me branch out, they try to tear down my trees.

The only climate change they care about is one that puts them at ease.

Call themselves allies but when they shout “sustainability”

It’s printed on the pain they tried to inflict on me.

I am Kelly but they green with envy.

Friends are few, frenemies plenty.

Call my success the luck of the Irish but it’s all Carib-being (Caribbean).

Tried to bury me 6 feet deep but I sprouted green.

A rose from the concrete and but my influence like weeds.

Piri Thomas said these streets would be mean

So you gotta stay tough when you’re born Kelly green.