Why don't we seem to understand,
Weeds are just plants
What's inconvenient to us; is just a plant
It's a garden, not a farmland
Do they really deserve to die?
All they want is the same as you and I
As they reach towards the sun
Do their existence block our sky?
Isn't there a space for us to coexist?
Weeds are just plants displaced
They struggle and fight as life persists
Weeds are just humans.
Humans are never weeds
We all long to reach for hope
We want to nurture our seeds
Weeds are just plants
Aren’t we all Human?
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Josiah.thepoet
I've been writing for about a decade but only sharing for a couple years.
I write for me, I write to share thoughts. My thoughts and those of the people who I come across.
There are many overlooked stories and I'm here to give them their look
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