Weeds

The send their anonymous words, again, the seeds of "ugly", "unwelcome", "not enough"

We are weeds, undesired, unwelcome, a thing to be rid of

I am rooted in concrete, unable to reach and twist my vines around these words

But salty water spurs me to grow, stubborn, reaching

And so I take it out on the Earth, ripping up weeds, freeing my roots as I go

I hack at the Earth to uncover stubborn roots

Die, die, die I say to fellow weeds

Even though I know

Our only crime is growing