Though surrounded by humanities’ arid embrace
The cactus still blooms.
While striving for survival on God’s most hateful soil
The cactus still blooms.
Engrossed with the battering of prejudice’s piercing winds
The cactus still blooms.
Striving beside each other, entwined by time
The cactus still blooms.
Honing skills of survival from plants long gone
Sharing sparse drops of Faith’s enriching waters, with Sisterly love
The cactus still blooms.
Protected by tentacles sharp and protective, while
Embracing the sunshine and blessings from above
It reaches for the sky, Lifting as it climbs,……
The cactus not only blooms
It carries on!