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| image from Magpie Tales 81 |
We're weeds; we fight to grow in barren soil
We steal from those nurtured, tended with care
who know not what it's like to have to toil
who never have to struggle for their share
We're weeds, the ones that no one wants to see
We thrive in places others dare not try
Becoming strong because we have to be
for there are many who would see us die
We're weeds; we dare not speak about our shame
We wear it under costumes gaudy, loud
Our shoulders slouch from bearing all the blame
When will be the day when we stand proud?
If we had been named roses at our birth
perhaps we wouldn't need to prove our worth
submitted for Magpie Tales 81
and for One Single Impression, Prompt 184, Weed
