Pen Name
The name I gave unto my pen
Has come and gone and always been
It's own benign undoing.
Social stigma calls me weed
Tells me I'm not blessed seed of
Lillies fair or roses bloom.
Ever-present, I don't hide so
Take the thorn out from your side.
Hip to hat and this for that
I will bloom and spread the rays
Screaming my creators praise
Tempting all with prick or pat,
Living large as shiny tower,
Ever growing wildflower.