I was born with a flower behind my ear
And dirt beneath my fingernails
I was born with blades of grass sprouting from my scalp, begging to be seen, begging for air
I was born with moonlight in the whites of my eyes and sunlight built in to the yellow of my hair
I was born with dots of soil on my skin,
Spread across my arms and cheeks like fallen sunflower seeds

I am grateful that the seeds of the...