Oval Callout: I understand how nature works. I say, “survival of the fittest”. I dream one day that my kind will take over! I try to just be me. I hope that one day, all will yearn to see me in their gardens. I am a vengeful weed!   Oval Callout: I pretend, sometimes, that I am one of those pretty and dainty plants. I feel the love of a child who picks me for her mother. I touch the hand of that mother as she holds me proudly. I worry about the negative thoughts that people have about me. I cry because no one wants me. I am a vengeful weed!   Oval Callout: I am a vengeful weed! I wonder how long I can continue my assault before being caught. I hear my ancestors calling out for me to succeed. I see those humans coming after me! I want these plants to run for cover. I am a vengeful weed!  

I Poem by Beth Hodges