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To Love a Weed

My stalk’s tall petals brazen leaves long stems tangled

“You’re too wild to be loved!” they all say it, so it must be true. They all touch me, pluck me, and toss me when they´re through. I wonder if I’m beautiful, too. Never given, never received I once overheard someone call me a weed.

They said, “you’re  no one’s inspiration You’ll  never have a sonnet like Rose songs song like Lilly or painting hung like Lotus.

I’m just a floral degradation, undesirable and a nuisance, It must be true since they all walk by me.

They give Orchid a second glance, treasure Tulip, and admire Rose.

I sway in the wind and hope for a chance I shout, “Look how fast I can grow! up walls, and in cracks. My stems tangle alongside railroad tracks. Petals brazen, leaves long, and I got prickly´s too!”

They all scoff and remind me, I’m roadside they’re garden glory, wedding ready I´ll never be in a bouquet or a part of someone’s story.

They said I grow in strange places, I’m aggressive and invasive. My roots strangle and my stems entangle I´ll never be adored like Dahlia, or praised like Sakura I bring gardens shame.

Sweet Pea whispered,  “No one even knows her name.”                  They all agreed.                                      I look at Rose and wonder If any one could ever love a weed.

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House of Straw

the boys are crows on a telephone wire 

they screech loud to get my attention but

i do not answer to calls like that anymore

grimy black feathers raise in angry unrest

upset by my defiance their call sounds differently now 

"you ain't even the shit anyway."

i part my lips and inhale 

i do not turn around

my mother told me some people squawk just to hear themselves