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Donít Call Me a Weed

 
They donít think Iím a flower,
Yes,
They call me a weed.
Said they didnít plant,
My wind-blowing seed.
No,
I donít belong here,
In their company;
But I still shine towards the sun,
In their adversity.

Yes,
They call me a weed,
But I think Iím a flower.
I bloomed all alone,
Drank up all the rainís showers.
Just like they did,
But oh,
They still canít seem to see;
Though Iím not a rose,
No,
This plantís not a weed.

I grew in the concrete,
I grew in the snow.
I grew without sunlight,
You never know where Iíll grow.

But,
Oh!
How I wish,
All the other flowers could see;
Though Iím not a rose,
No,
Donít call me a weed.
Afterglow
Written by Afterglow (Afterglow Poetry)
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