If words are seeds, 
let flowers grow
from your mouth, 
not weeds. 
If heart are gardens, 
plant those flowers
in the chest of the ones 
who exist around you. 
– R.H. Swaney, If Words Are Seeds
   Navigating racial differences and small-town  
   living in South Dakota, this poet has been 
   composing poetry since the age of 12. 

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