We are not weeds.

My thoughts today are on the struggles suffered by children who have been abused. This is the poem that grew, from the seed of my mind, and asked to be written and placed here. Please let the blooming continue.


We are not weeds.

Though, our spirits are being tested.
Our roots no strangers,
to what it means to be ripped and battered,
forced to bow a stem, so as not to break.

We know about hiding each petals bruising,
in shadow, as we attempt, fearfully, to grow
despite the drowning rain,
that bends back each leaf newly curling.

We are not weeds.

We know about the wind that blows,
takes aim and shakes our world,
as we attempt to stand tall in the sun.

We  have stood in fields of broken glass,
among brittle patches of intense heat,
Where little nourishing water lingered,
to bring a flower peace.

We are not weeds.

We stand,
and hold our spirits high!
We stand and shine,
we refuse to cry!

We will not droop,
in this struggling gait,
We will not stop.
We shall not wait!

We are not weeds.

If stubborn fear says not to fly,
we build our wings!
We will taste the sky!

Stomp us, cut us,
demand our spirits crushed,
We will not lie down,
we will not hush!

We will,
we must,
be that which brings us to towers high
We will not end,
We will not die!

We are not weeds!

We are not these words that whisper,
and tell us NO, NO way.
We grow deep roots, we stand like Oaks,
We fiercely look to the light,
For so long as there is hope,
this is a reason left to fight.

Call us weeds,
Take our dignity away,
but know that you will not quit our souls
We will bloom again, one day.

We are not weeds
We are  proud flowers blooming!

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

3 thoughts on “We are not weeds.

  1. I’m not a weed either. Love the poem. You can play the “Rocky” theme song in the back ground when you read this one. Love it. Such a tale of character and perseverance.

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