Hidden In Plain Sight 

Poem About Wildflowers
Oxeye Daisies
He tells me I have a pretty face
but he doesn’t know the truth.
I’m an unwelcome visitor
here
in his home.
If he knew this
he’d surely cut me away;
toss me aside.
He’d spray venom with words:
“I need to get rid of you.”
So I’ll stand here quietly,
smile sweetly,
and pretend to be something I’m not.
For I am more than just a pretty face;
I’m wild
and I go where I please.

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