Weeds Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza

Recognize.

The hands that will pull you down.
The chaos that will make you drown.
The circles that will hold you back.
The drama that will consume your time.

Recognize.

The fake that just want to see you fall.
The kisses that are marked with death.
Smiles not blossoming from the heart,
Friends with knives at your back.

I want you to take the time to recognize,
Analyse your surroundings,
Pin point the hands pulling you down,
And distance yourself from the weeds.