What's going on here?

What's going on here?
Well Amanda and Emily both have goals to write more. Amanda wants to write a poem and a half a day for the next year, while Emily wants to write for National Write a Novel Month (NaNoWriMo), which is usually in November, but she is going to do it from now until her mission on May 18th. Here is were you can follow us in our goals! Leave comments, encouragement, and what ever else you feel like.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

I was born a weed

I grew out of the dirt.
Like a weed.
Grew leaning this way and that way and only hoping to get enough sun to lay a new leaf.
I grew like a weed out of the dirt
Scraping things by
Hoping that no hand would come down and pluck me out.

People tell me I’m a flower now.
Something worth preserving.
Something worth sheltering.
That I gotta say the right things and act the right way so people will keep thinking I’m a flower.

But I’m not.
I grew out of the dirt.
The weed doesn’t care what anyone thinks.
The weed doesn’t think it simply does.
The weed is allowed to roam.

But the flower is potted.
Stuck in one place.

I grew out of the dirt.
I was born a weed.
I will die a weed. 

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