A Banyan Tree (I wish I was)
A Poem by Roqué Marcelo
Tangled roots curling down From the temple Of God. They seep into the soil To cling to the earth. I, in my birth, came forth Unspoiled Until I learned to be What I was not. I wish I could be those curly locks To climb myself out of this unforgiving place But oh, would the world Cling to me So That…