In our youth we are weeds

Growing, unwanted

In pots made for ourselves

From the collarbones of giants.

Tenacious, stubborn

Stronger than flowers

Who grow when invited

And die when told.

They try to thin us

Eliminate, fumigate, annihilate 

But our roots stand fast

We will only grow back bigger

Cut us down

Pull us up

Leave us to die

But God have mercy

Do not take the sun from us.