dVerse Poets

Fine art America

I strive to be seen

Through your favorites’ screen

I rise up and greet

But no one wants to meet

My presence…for I am a weed

Started just like the others, from a seed

My form may not be your idea of pretty

As others grown here, but please take pity

On me and others you choose to despise

We all need a place to live our lives.




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