We are Native,
Even If You Claim we Don't Belong.
A Weed Within Your Garden
Still, We Shall Grow Forever Strong
Why is it that nature rhetoric and garden metaphors often intersect with discourses of identity politics and foreignness? I was talking with my friend about what plants our “invasive” due to their “place” and it inspired me to write this poem. I don’t really believe in the concept of weeds. Dandelions are medicinal bunches of sunshine after all! Migration, transposition, border politics…. Are found in gardens too. When we make these categorical distinctions …. Well that to me seems unnatural.