Fearless Flower

Let them be as weeds Always pulled, plucked, killed, and dead But harnessed to the cement sidewalk I’d rather be a beautiful fearless flower Lingering in people’s hands, like a boyfriend that will never leave Your side To have broken through the surface of the Earth, To live, to be exposed to the gentle breeze And the eternal blue sky To be picked and given to people as presents To bring a smile to a depressed face Being a part of a meadow Full of flowers with sweet fragrances Id rather be seen, and acknowledged Than killed with horrid pesticides And be ripped from the ground with no sympathy Or stepped on by careless humans. I’d rather smell of sweet lilac Than of a malodorous, green stench If I could be beautiful, and have a sense of power Then I’d rather be a fearless flower