My brain is a root

and my heart the base

my soul the liquid

and my hands a mace

my feet my support

and my life a tree

me, planted at the outskirts of society

and a flame, crack, timber

and my seeds into the water

where society's tears run down

and away from where they should be

my palms like earth

well grounded into their ankles

twisting and breaking their talus

and itch thats a rash

and a tack in legos

and a stick in their ass

and a burn that burns forever