WEEDS

WE ARE LIKE THE WEEDS
THAT GROW BETWEEN THE CRACKS
OF THE PAVEMENTS
OF DARK CITY STREETS
NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU
BURN US
CUT US
POUR POISONS ON US
WE STILL GROW STRONG AND PROUD
WITH DELICATE PETALS
THAT NOONE SEEMS TO SEE

OUR COLOURS SHOW UP STARKLY
AGAINST THE DARK GREY
OF THIS CONCRETE LAND
PEOPLE WALK ON US
NEVER SEEING HOW BEAUTIFUL
WE TRULY ARE

WE ARE WEEDS
BUT HOWEVER HARD YOU TRY
TO RID THESE DISMAL STREETS OF US
WE STILL GROW
AFTERALL
IT'S THE ONLY THING
WE KNOW HOW TO DO

Copyright 'Chelle Hine 1994