i am a weed not a flower
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And sadness can change you.
It’s changing me
in the same way that the ocean changes the shore and
the way that the kiss of rain
changes the life of a dying crop and
the way that the river erodes the bank.
And sadness can change you.
You say you don’t want me to change
but you don’t know the depths of my heart
nor the shallows of my mind.
You say you don’t want me to change
but I am happy to grow
like a flower that has its first taste of spring.
And sadness can change you.
It’s changing me,
making me want to be free.
“But you are not Lana Del Rey,”
you say as I tell you about my
liberation movement.
“You are not like them;
you are my best friend.”
And sadness can change you.
You say you don’t want me to change
but it is beginning to feel like
you don’t want me to grow-
you want me to be the little girl that
you’ve made me into, but
I am not her,
I am not a fragile snowflake;
I am not a porcelain doll;
I am no longer the wilting flower that
you met last fall.
And sadness can change you.
It’s changing me
in the same way that
the ocean changes the shore and
the way that the kiss of rain
changes the life of a dying crop and
the way that the river erodes the bank.