For the lonely, for the loveless, for the forgotten and overlooked, for the discarded and trodden on, for the neglected, for the ignored and mocked, for societies weeds, for circumstantial weeds. For you outcasts are weeds the flowers nobody wants, but weeds are resilient. They persevere where others can not. Often mistaken for weak, but no, weeds are strong and tough enough to break through tonnes of concrete and metal. Clever enough to find growth in places others perish in. Adaptable to every habitat and brave enough to exist on barren wasteland. Weeds need only the tiniest of a chance to flourish For the unwanted, for the unclaimed. You are beautiful. You are equal to every other flower. You are the Charlock, the Buttercup, the Clover, the Pinapple-May-**** and so much more. Next time you see a **** by the roadside, or peeking out from a crack in a wall, or between paving slabs in a busy city, or overgrown in a garden, or weaving through rubble and debris, take heart lonely ones. You are not worthless You are magnificent.
I've always loved weeds and have been one for so long. We are many, mo cara, we belong