Killing Off Weed-Killers

written by Ms. Reid

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You are a “corrupted” seed in the cracks

of halves and fulls of truth,

but from your watering

of suppressed memories and faltering

in the grasping of wanting

to fight the malevolence

in your shaping,

a bird lingers to peck

your existence to death

to fill its belly for monstrous sustenance.

Of which form, little seed,

would you have taken?

Of a cherry blossom tree or a weed?

The crafter of your atoms chose the former

(don’t you wish you could have chosen the former?),

yet “nature’s” beasts twisted your roots

to shoot out black vacuous attributes

only for a cleansing hand to pluck you and discard you

as a problem for their vision of gardenly beauty.

But if you fight to survive as you are, little seed...

well, I like a little determination

of self-salvation.

For God creates weeds

as much as he does his pure cherry blossom trees.

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Ms. Reid is an English and creative writing teacher at Cherokee High. She is a published horror writer and is over the publishing club at Cherokee.