On the other side of the fence it grows
out of the reach of my hand & nose
free to be as lovely as it intends
free to be with its flower friends
Not to be killed inside this cage
such enchantments would be a waste
Never seen such a blue, defying hate
just by existing
fed by the sun it feeds my being
sometimes being happy feels like treason
your petals offer one more reason
to not break down or fold so easy
life would be such a cake
the day I awake
on the same side as my friends
we’ll both rise up in defiance
on that day