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Weed

By the bridge she sits
standing tall among flowers
a weed of beauty

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Poetic moments in the words of a dreamer and other randomness in the words of a believer. "Hang yourself, poet, in your own words. Otherwise, you are dead." ~ Langston Hughes

3 thoughts on “Weed

  1. I once read a quote that stated how weeds are unloved flowers casting a shadow over the beautiful flowers in the garden.

    Yet, you’re a beautiful woman.

    So explain how your beauty is comparable to a weed?

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    1. I wasn’t talking about beautiful. I don’t look at myself as anything but a soul in the essence of my spirit. I was thinking of how some girls have to grow into who they will be but they let the world change them. I don’t want them to change. I love be the wildly amazed, wordy nerd who debated politics with a temper. I don’t care what the world sees. Weed is me!

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