Born Worthy
Created in purity
Swaddled in innocence
Fruit of a complex tree
Roots in toxic soil,
Attempting to thrive.
You didn’t choose this life.
You didn’t choose this fight.
You were thrown into the fray.
An unwilling bystander drafted to battle.
None of that matters.
The jaded memory of innocence.
The resentment. The exhaustion.
You need to fight.
You do not carry the weight of your lineage.
You do not lay down your life for their approval.
You fight to dissent.
To break away from the noise.
To submerge yourself in fresh soil,
Where you begin your legacy.
Fertilized in love.
Kept warm with joy.
Quenched in hope.
Grow strong, little tree.
You give life;
Welcoming new peace into the world.
Like you, they are born worthy.
Worthy of being loved.
- José R. Rosario