May 5, 2009
By Vy Vo BRONZE, San Jose, California
Vy Vo BRONZE, San Jose, California
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I am a weed
a weed,in a flower garden
A resistant,ugly, pitiful thing,
Why was i not born a rose, lily, or daisy?
But as pretty as they are,
what use are they?
can they endure like i can?
can they though it out through storms,floods,and showers of weed killer.
Yes...yes they can...
even pretty little rosy has fences of thorns.
i am not beautiful,
I am not brave,
I am not strong,
I am a weed, and nothing more,
What use am i to anybody,
ask and i will serve,
somebody, please...
just tell me you want me...
I know...
even a weed can be made into tea right?

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