Redundant Magnolia

I spy a lifeless magnolia on the rusted city floor,
Inevitably begging for pity
Its petals have been rammed into the cement
The leftovers painting the sidewalk ever so lightly
What was a magnolia doing in the city?
Was it looking for a new life?
A life where it wishes to be accepted
A life where it knows it won't be rejected
But the magnolia was sadly rejected
And shoved its pistil where it didn't belong
For in a world where diversity
Is blindly rejected more often than encouraged,
A magnolia is better off in a garden where it is guaranteed safety
Rather than in a city of close minded, carnivorous ridicule