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I am the Weed
I am a pestering weed of ugliness
The one that annoys you
By breaking up your pristine landscape
You pluck me before I am fully grown
Stubbornly, I return
Again, you pluck me from the earth
But I return
Finally, you decide to ignore me
The sun and rain nurture me
Suddenly, I capture your attention
You are shocked to see
I have bloomed and grown
Into a beautiful creation
Born from your neglect
I have, on my own, spread my roots
Budded and blossomed
I am a gorgeous wildflower
2018©KGPetrone
This poem is about:
Me