Passing jacaranda trees I am lucky for the things that I get to unsee Reality is heavy and loud and rustles angry crowds of colors that all breathe in sync But white has the privilege of washing machines To wash out the stains from their comfortable genes Wiping the blood off their hands to their thighs Wearing the blood of the people who've died But don't let the Purple Flowers fool you Bleach every dirty truth, laundry cycling through They're all liars, shrinking history in driers, teaching whiter in school It's illegal picking Purple Flowers camouflaging concrete illusions The seasons change And the violets disappear Revealing the violence that has always been here I fear the force of the forest Without us they still flourish In a world of nonconformists So don't let the Purple Flowers fool you Bleach every dirty truth, laundry cycling through They're all liars, we're on fire, trees remind us they've rewired the news It's illegal picking Purple Flowers camouflaging concrete illusions And the purple trees just wanna be free Bursting through the concrete I am small but significant The world is pretty when we Plant jacaranda trees