I care for my plant like I care for my family. It’s my hope and my everythin’. My family, so capable of growin’ is held down by all the strives black folks face, and just like my plant cuz there’s no light in here. Just like there’s no light in this house for us either, no hope (which is why i bought that house). I think it’s like a metaphor or somethin’ like that. I would never let my plant die cuz I see it as a representation of my family’s welfare. If i give up on one thing that’s not getting what it deserves- then I give up on everythin’. I can’t wait to move to where there’s life, and light, so we can all grow.