Pulling Weeds

You're not wanted here, you never were
You've rounded up in the wrong place, you have
Your long frays of green out lengthen our own weakling of strawberry patches
Your streaks extending out like a blanket over our pristine soil
You will be uprooted in a matter of time
You are a pest and is pulling you we waste our own time
You are wrenched from the dirt and you pull it away
You leave a patch in your wake of cluttered brown
You are shaken by our hands that have soil tucked beneath the nails
Your roots so raw and red are shaken loose like a wet dog drying off
You release the soil that clung to you so tight
Your rawest and realest form is revealed
Your roots are uncovered from the depths of perfection
You are beautiful inside and out
You are beautiful above and below the soil
Your strands drape around you like a shawl
Your roots release the brown like the soft waves of rustled hair
Your buried authenticity finally catches the sunlight until
Your finally uprooted beauty is thrown in a bucket
You can only be one thing everlasting in their colorblind eyes because to them
You are just a weed.