Writing Prompt

i don’t want to be a weed in a field of wildflowers

or a wildflower in a field of weeds

i don’t even want to be a wildflower or a weed

i want to be the ladybug that crawls among them

careless and free

with the ability to fly away whenever it wants

i want to be the butterfly that flies through the meadow that both the weed and the wildflower are in

flapping its wings and moving with the whims of th...

I dont want to stick out like a weed

In a feild of wildflowers

One side said

Wanting to be the same as everyone else

I don’t want to blend in like

copies of blank paper

Said the other side

Wanting the freakishness of me to show

Which do I listen to?

The one who wants the same

Or the one who wants the oddness?

My parents say the first one

My friends say the second one

I think I’ll listen to...

🤷

“I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers”

What I’ve always felt,

Whether I voiced it as such or not

But maybe this is a new beginning

Beginning to learn and yet sit in the comfy acceptance of unknowing

Flowers,

I’ve always loved flowers

Wildflowers are _beautiful_

But what is a wildflower?

Maybe this is the beginning of looking around instead of searching

Looking at ...

My girlfriend looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes. She looked so sad and said simply, “I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.”

I pulled her into a hug against my chest and rested my chin on the top of her head. I took a deep breath and let it go before responding. The first thing that popped into my head is something my sister used to say. _Weeds are just wildflowers th...

In a field of wildflowers, I am different.

I am not beautiful and tall, or adorable and short.

I have no bright colors, or pretty leaves.

I am covered in thorns, no one dares to touch me.

I am alone.

Surrounded by tall sunflowers that block the sun.

Until one day

The ache in my heart and soul

The longing to be seen

To be loved

So I stopped stretching for the sun

And let my stem bend

But some...

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers,

So I put on another coat of makeup,

Another fake smile is plastered on my face,

Another day of brushing through my long blond hair.

I wish my hair was short and purple, wouldn’t that be pretty? But nope, that doesn’t fit the code of a teenage girl apparently.

Maybe I’m too insecure…

Are all these other people pretending too?

Why can’...

i do not wish to stick out

like a weed,

the “fat” one in a group of skinny teens.

a voice tells me to just give up,

however, there’s a wish

that one day

i will be able to be

the most popular one

however,

something tells me

i’ll only, only be

the ugly weed

in this field of dreams.

yes, i may have a friend, or two,

but only heavens knows if they’re real, it’s true,

and something inside

just tells m...

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers

I want to blossom like a daisy

To be as bright as a daffodil

And shine like a petunia

That’s who I want to be

Bright, blossoming and beautiful

I can blend in with the buttercups

Express myself like a rose or tulip

And be as tranquil as a lavender

I can blow in the wind and let my worries crawl up to the clouds

That is who I aspire to ...

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

I come from a long line of big mouths.

Like my mother before me.

They say Mesopotamia was quiet until we barreled from the heavens,

Vaporizing the dinosaurs into fertilizer.

My hard-headed ways cracked the sky like a large egg,

So came the Great Flood.

Among the beasts and men,

It is only the beasts who are honest about their hung...

i don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

i want to be pretty like the black eyed susan’s.

i want to be pretty like the bluebells.

weeds aren’t that.

they disrupt the peace.

no one likes them.

i don’t want to stick out like a chihuahua in a room of mastiffs.

i want to have their cute faces.

i want to have their playful demeanor.

chihuahuas aren’t that.

they’re sm...