ill-fit for manicured lawns. growing into wild forms; misshapen, misbehaving, misfitting. . . we add color and texture to those manicured lawns. we are pulled and cut, diluted and exterminated, but, like many called weeds, we, the creative ones, the outspoken and timid ones, the shy and disillusioned ones; we continue to grow; we continue to create; we continue to color the world. we are the weeds of society bringing color and texture to its manicured lawns.

I dance like a wild flower
but here I sit in this greenhouse
I look like nothing around me
they call me a weed

I dance so freely
they look at me in disgust
I had better contain myself
they’ll never understand

I dance like a wildflower
they all call me Buttercup
but I know what they mean
they would never say it aloud

I dance like a wild flower
and my heart jumps all around
trying to get them to join me
so we’re not so far apart

we’re all in the greenhouse together
but I’m all alone
I am a wildflower
in the midst of the tame