How would you like a name,
That carries so much shame?
A name that comes with so much hate,
With death the desire to be your fate.

You say I'm useless growth or such,
Underbrush that doesn't matter much.
And just because I'm so small,
You think I don't matter much at all.

I may not be pretty you can say,
But God has made me just this way.
You think I'm wild, Oh! That's not true,
I've just a drive for living same as you.

I do my best to multiply,
And I'll do it every day until I die.
God said that's what I'm suppose to do,
I think he said the same to you.

I have needs like all us weeds.
A little space that is our place.
A little rain to ease our pain.
A little sun to make living fun.

Some wind to carry my children,
To places I know not where.
Thank God, they don't mind being vagabonds,
They'll grow most everywhere.

Please see me as a life like you,
A plan of God that I pursue.
Don't be mean to me and if you can,
Love me and I'll be your biggest fan.

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