I'm just a mutt from the gutter
Grew up from the mud
If all I see is darkness
How do I keep from falling under?
Where strong trees grow
From deep old roots
Where the ocean flows beside you
Where salt water meets dry soil
Where rough dirt softens by water
Within that mud lay charcoal
Around that charcoal blooms flowers
Where pressure builds, diamonds are forged
Where second nature is to stay stuck
Pulled in through, sunk, in the mud
Just a mutt, half breed
Don’t belong no where
Bastard, abandoned seed
Don’t grow no where
Mutt just enough to notice
An outlier, outside the lines
Reject, trash from the alley
No box to fit a belonging
Mixed up, confused, chasing my tail
My right is my left, my left is my right
Up is down, so how do I get right
If im born to never know
Which way to turn and go
How can I keep from sinking under
When what I know is the gutter
If mud is all this mutt knows
Is there ever anyway to grow
About the Creator
Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines
Writing has always been my outlet. I grew up on lock-down as an only daughter, in a sheltered home in the middle of the hood. I received my Bachelor's at Spelman College. I am a Jersey Shore Native Lenape Cherokee Indian Momma of twins.
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