Little Weed

Poor little weed you just want to survive But, I am sorry to say, “I will not let you thrive”, Wherever I might see you growing, I will always pull you up I will end your life, then I will toss you away like a paper cup. Wherever you try to grow whether in the dirt or under a stone I will destroy you, and I will make sure that your seeds are not sewn When you begin to appear between the cracks of the concrete I must always step on you and smash you with my feet. I will pluck you away from my yard whenever you are found And if your roots run deep, I will dig you up from the ground, I don't know why I hate you, but I know that I do My father hated you as well, as I remember that, which is true. Since you are a weed, my father's words I must always heed I must destroy you all, and also hopefully your seed, Though sometimes I have imagined and wondered if I had let you live All the memories and maybe beauty that you were willing to give.