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Weeds and Roses
I am a weed among a garden of roses.
Small and unwanted,
No one cares
No one sees me
Everyone else is beautiful,
And soft to the touch
Their colors scream beauty
Their sweet smell drifts
And is so intoxicating
Making even the hardest criminal
To stop “smell the rosesâ€.
I am ignored and scorned
The roses point and laugh at me.
They threaten to prick me,
With their thorns,
To uproot and thrown me out.
The roses tell me, I am ugly,
That I’m not as good as they are.
They tell me, I will not survive,
In a world dominated by roses.
But when the harsh weathers come,
The roses suffer and wilt,
And most die.
In the spring, I start to flourish,
And the kind overtake the roses,
Now it is my world,
And the roses will not survive
In a world dominated by weeds.