In a barren field,
Seeds still yield.

In soil long drained of nourishment,
We bloom beneath discouragement.

A world of silence and demand,
Still — we learn to stand.

Through hunger, through the heavy sky,
We do not ask the reason why.

Still we survive,
Still we strive.

Against the winds that howl and blow,
We bend, we break — and still, we grow.

Wild, untamed,
But never maimed.

No fence could hold this flame inside,
No rule could shame what we won’t hide.

Raised on grit, not guaranteed,
Fed on cracks, not on the seed.

And yet — we rise,
Unruly, wise.

Raised on resilience,
A splash of brilliance.