A Flower; Another Name

Tossed upon the Earth,

we grew, as weeds grow

At the expense of something;

to the detriment of something

And whatever beauty

we did produce, it was

quite reduced... By our

label, we were weeds, afterall

Undesirable

Weeds don't belong,

in the ideal garden, son

So pardon us, our poison 

But this pretty little 

picture 

Must be preserved