Dirt Poem by angel hulbert

u know what my favorite part of dirt is that fresh feel
that hasnt been messed wit and is clean to touch
dirt is nice to play football or dance in cuz its slippery and makes u fall
have u ever had a moment wit anybody where u were only wit dirt
I did it was wit my sis and I loved the worms the most and the dirt feel of it between my hands
the feel of the dirty sense everybody runs away from when I just want to lay in it
sometimes I feel like dirt being walked on and not having no place to go but the ground
the ground wit its rocks and holes and sometimes if u make one big enough u can go it
let yourself escape maybe that’s why we garden just to escape in that lost world
hoping maybe one day we can bloom like others do around us
making a path through darkness and softness and when u become
fertile u will be able to let go of the dirt and not feel the holes or the rock
but the soil itself and then maybe u can bloom and release yourself to bloom like the
flower u are supposed to be