Does not thou at times feel like a weed?
Forelon and lonely, growing in a sidewalk crack, asking only for sunlight and water
The weed is neglected, the eternal rose is so loved
Does not thou at times feel like a mosquito?
Flying all around, thirsting only for nutrients so that it may survive
Nutirents found in the life blood that flows in our veins
The mosquito is hated, the butterfly is cherished
Does not thou at times feel like like a rat?
Bright and curious four legged creatures
Rummaging around large billowy bags of grain
It only wants to feed itself and it's family
The rat is depised whilst the squirrel is admired
Doe not thou at times feel invisible?
Perhaps then and only then can one relate to.....the weed....the mosquito....the rat....................
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