Poetry by Lyric Rudy

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For the Weeds

Echos of too loud, too active, too much, seep out my self nourishment like a weed,
draining the most me parts of myself to adjust to normal people’s needs. Who’s to say they are not the weed?

If only I could prune the parts of me I find less desirable and blow them towards wild beauty, Root
as the seed they need, away from my anxiety’s barriers, weed. 

Dandelion you delightfully dirty thing. You can’t help it. You need to spread thin.
Scatter seeds in the wind if only you could uproot yourself, you weed. 

I spend too much time on my own. People call me resilient, because they see me peeking 
through cement in an attempt not to cede. The only place I have grown is fit for a weed.

Lyric, you can make cookies and craft drinks with dandelions. Screw that
preset behavioural crede. You can sweeten a day and let love bloom you beautiful, fucking weed.

Lyric Rudy is a poet, life coach with Conscious Strides, and community organizer in central Canada. Some of their passions include blues as well as fusion dancing, singing, and having kitchen parties. They run Conscious Strides Coaching, where they work with groups and individuals incorporating mindfulness and social consciousness to move towards their dreams, or simply the next step. You can catch them regularly on the podcast Brains and Banter.

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