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Metaphoric Poem: Final Draft

I am unappreciated to the world

I am seen as a dead plant

I'm stubborn

I want to grow out

but the gardener keeps pulling me out

I want to spread out everywhere

Nothing is gonna stop me from growing

I am the weeds in your garden

Not appreciated by the gardener

but still apart of this garden

I keep growing, not gonna stop

I am the weeds in your garden