Weeds

They call me a "weed"

I invade, I choke

Destroy

I am worthless, I suppose

There are 1001 ways to kill me

I keep coming back

Strong, resilient, persistent

Since when were these negative traits?

Hate

Is there a reason?

I suppose

I suppose I am ugly

My yellow petals gaudy

When compared with white daisies

And then the rare magenta ones-

A treasure

I am no treasure

I suppose

I am a three-headed monster

The hydra

Chop off my head and more will grow back

Unless you burn the wound

Scald me with chemicals

Wrench out my roots

Freeze my leaves

Salt the earth around me

Do anything you want

I am just a weed

I suppose