Wild Weeds (a poem by Jack)

They call us weeds and treat us as such..But really.. We’re the forgotten seeds who have always been here..

Embrace me.. Embrace us.. See us for what we are, not who we’ve grown to be…

From coast to coast we remain authocothnous…

From every plot of earth we have risen…

Are we not what you were expecting.. Is this why you find no fault in mowing us down and picking at our faults..

You prefer a lily or perhaps a rose?

Is this why you douse us in poison.. Because you know we’re built to take it…

Our flesh baked by the sun… Our petals sun soaked…

I feel its rays now…

Do you even hear our melodies as our leaves rustle? Of course you do, that why you loathe our bass…

You may bring anyone to our land and we will always bleed through.. No matter how damaged the earth..No matter how scorched the soil… Wild seeds will sow…

It is quite amazing how we flourish under the most limited of resources… It’s like we ask of nothing and still stretch towards the sun.. Basking in it’s radiance..

Do you want to worship the sun like us? Is that it?

But child…we don’t worship the sun… We were simply designed to thrive because of it…

Strange flowers… Wild weeds… Dead stems.. And broken seeds…

Political angst and social unrest…

Yet nothin is new under the sun…

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