Part I I AM -- a weed. Forcing yellow head from infertile field, hearty in health, I heave myself forward from barren ground. Overkilled and underappreciated. Your trampling only toughens me. Gloria Gaynor's flower child - I will survive. Part II I AM -- a flower. I stand tall but when the wind blows, I cower in fear - sunshine top touching ground zero. Life bends my back. My golden hair turns white with age. And when my time comes, despite all your scorn, I scatter - scatter wishes scatter wishe es
