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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
25 comments:
Oh my ... this is one of the best poems that I have ever read. I love the tone of social consciousness within!
oo great last stanza...maybe if we realized we were as well...
Beautiful poem...you tell the story of the weeds in such a unique and lovely way. I enjoyed reading this.
So Sweet. Here is someone to take side for the weeds!
I've often been called a weed, but do I let it get me down? never! LOL
I'm glad I'm a weed! ;)
I really like this. :)
You have to admire the tenacity of a weed
Interesting and creative take on the prompt...
A different look at things. :) One of mine talks about how weeds have to struggle.
Nice work
Awesome piece!
What an interesting it is driving this poem! And so well crafted. Excellent poem.
I'll say it now and say it loud
I'm a weed and I'm proud.
Weeds need not fear when they get some support!! :)
Lovely lines
"If we had been named roses at our birth
perhaps we wouldn't need to prove our worth"
You've pulled this off rather well, Ms. Rhymester! A pleasure to read!
Wayside Weeds
It's hard to be a weed, I suppose, in a St. Augustine world.
I LOVE this poem!!! I'm a weed and darn proud of it! Thanks for the new verbage for it. :)
One's weed is another's herb, indeed!
Lovely poem, Lolamouse!
Amazing piece! I especially loved the last line.
Who knows what we might be if we realized the truth about ourselves?
Wonderful perspective!
I like the determined tone of your poem and the use of rhyme - quite rare.
And I'll join in with the commentators who were impressed by your final couplet.
I love the notion of being a weed!
hmm. Makes me thing the rose and the weed could learn from the other. Very thought provoking piece.
Very nice! Your words brought a smile to my face! Go weeds!
Many weeds have lovely blooms. Very nice poem, Lola.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/
we are weeds in many ways.
profound magpie.
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