There is this plant...

There is this plant,
poisonous fruit it puts in front of me
to consume me into a rant.
However, I will not bring it into me.
I will not sit with it unwell in my belly.

The poison has purpose apparently,
not a valor purpose indeed.
Its purpose weighing down my flesh,
spreading the fatigue.
I sit unwell with it in my belly,
not because I consumed it,
but because the fact that people I love will consume it,
this sits unwell with me.

I wish I can destroy all the poison
before it spreads its false spirit into the wrong ears.
People listen too much to non-reason
and not enough to what is here!
What is here, what is here?

Here is where all sorts of plants can grow,
its where all plants have grown.
Some plants have grown blankets when I am cold,
others still have grown hands to wipe away the tears I sow.
I know there are better plants to eat,
there are better plants that I’ve reaped,
but still this plant with poisonous fruit that shows
sits unwell in belly and makes me slow.