Weeds
In our youth we are weeds
Growing, unwanted
In pots made for ourselves
From the collarbones of giants.
Tenacious, stubborn
Stronger than flowers
Who grow when invited
And die when told.
They try to thin us
Eliminate, fumigate, annihilate
But our roots stand fast
We will only grow back bigger
Cut us down
Pull us up
Leave us to die
But God have mercy
Do not take the sun from us.
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