The Greensboro-poem

I feel like a flower
and I am going away
have been flower before
knowing its very hard
to come home,
I had to suffer for a day,
felt in a wrong place.

But now I feel those roots,
dont know how to travel with them,
realize I had to cut them off,
will it be bleeding,
didnt know what to do next,
but my friend told me
she had put them in a foil
and then in a plastic-bag.

But now I am just wondered
if the costoum service
will let me through.