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wEeDs
Some girls are talking,
I walk up to them,
Just to say hi.
They ignore me. Again.
Why?
Why do they hate me?
Oh.
I remember.
BECAUSE I AM DIFFERENT.
I am not one of them.
The clones.
I want to be my own person.
At the beginning of the school year,
We read a poem.
Of FLOWERS.
And wEeDs.
I guess everyone else IS a FLOWER.
And I guess I am a wEeD.
A lowly wEeD, who no one wants to talk to.
Because I am different.
Why do people become clones?
Because when a person chooses to become a FLOWER,
They lose themselves in the process.
Forever.
Their former personality is never to return,
Only to be replaced with a metallic voice,
A cold soul,
And dyed hair to match.
Sure, you girls find love early on.
In high school.
But the wEeDs will win.
At least in the end.
Because WE will be the ones who have friends,
When we get out of the colleges,
That YOU never got accepted to.
Because our soul is still there.
Just because you are alive,
Does not make you more special
Than me.
Or the other wEeDs.
We will be the special ones,
Later in life.
And you will be the one.
Who is hoping for more.
Just like we were.
When you taunted us.
For being different.
For being wEeDs.
You just want more of yourself.
Strength in numbers,
Am I right?
Only you can decide.
You want an army,
Of FLOWERS.
To intimidate us,
wEeDs.
Go on.
Try to intimidate me.
Because I will forever stay,
A wEeD.
The world has told us that
The world has told us that flowers are beautiful...its been expwriance that all the plants I have ever liked turned out ro be weeds :)
Much Love
Ashley
A Clone Kinda Day
A Clone Kinda Day
I am a clone
on the inside
looking just like
everyone else.
I was stamped
at birth, assembled
like a car chassis
to fit ten models
of basically the same
car.
The outsiders?
Just a different
stamp was
used is all.
~~A~~
02-14-13