Weed Poem by joseph ndukwe

They call me weed.
'cos, they don't know my need.
they are deceived
i interbreed with other plants
and that is guaranteed, indeed.
i am like the seed of anise
which is used for flavour.
even though men do not feed on me,
does't mean i should cede from others.
i exceed most of other plants plants, that think they are freed from what men have agreed.
Because of their greed, they cede me when they see me with my colleagues, eventhough I intercede that i am not a weed.
everyday, either I am bereaved or deceased, like a creed, they have decreed