When She Says her Name is Weed

There are treasures not hidden but here in plain sight  
Some might notice the new buds in the giving sunlight  
Not yet set within the colors of coiled petals  
Surrounded by numerous broods of flowers in a meadow  
 
Some prefer to find where the concrete rose grows  
It's unseen form behind ruins  
Old store rows  
To pluck and use wherever they go in deprave  
The rose to finally die in a glass shaped grave  
 
No  
I seek the open flower  
Facing the sun  
Asking to be devoured  
By way of outstretched  
Pediculums  
 
For these are always asking, please don't hurt us  
Weeds mixed in the seed planted with purpose  
Though most chase the rare virginal finds  
I find  
Contentment is found in snarled, over grown vines  
 
Here whether seen  
Here when over used  
Open up
Weed  
You  
Who's been abused.