The Poem Identity by Julio Noboa

Imagine a world without a race with diversity and a culture without differences. The world would be bland and a useless place to live. A place where life would truly be absurd.

The world has its pros and cons. But life wouldn’t be different without its cons. For example: agriculture. Every country has different kinds of plants and things that grow there. Roses, sunflowers, weeds, and all kinds of plants, they can be different shapes and heights. Even plants have their own habitats where it’s suitable for them to live. Although, some plants have no habitat, some plants just grow wherever they go like, famous people from Hollywood. Mimosas, a Norway maple, and the Russian knapweed are three kinds of plants that are invasive plants. They’re like popular and famous people, but at the same time, this plant can also represent disliked and outcast kids because they’re also like invasive plants. They destroy other great and productive plants. And popular people can rule the world in the race of desirables, or who’s the most covetous of them all. It’s like they say you can try to be like me if you want to, but honestly, you’ll never be.

Let’s have an invasive plant represent both because in the same way, disliked and liked people have no habitat, they’re everywhere you go, and they’re many of them like both popular and unpopular kids, they both compare and contrast each other’s life but they both do the same things. Both of them can share the same boundary because they’re alike in many ways.

Polanco is a person who wants to be on the outcast and dislikes of the boundary. On the other side, the famous and liked, where those other plants can mind less about their own business and make fun of those other kinds of plants that have ugly streak...

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...“I’d rather smell of musty, green stench than of sweet, fragrant lilac”

This is the best description of how he feels. But would want to be something rejected. For the right reasons I would reject someone too but for the wrong reasons I wouldn’t. But still to be an ugly weed doesn’t sit well with me.

In the end, Polanco expresses that he feels that he would rather be and ugly weed than a flower. He’d rather be an ugly weed because his girlfriend broke up with him. I mean, who would want to be an ugly weed because Polanco would no longer be interesting to himself. In fact, I would never be an ugly weed because I find the other side of the boundary with the liked and famous flowers is more fun than the disliked and outcast. But in the end, it wouldn’t matter because bulldozers are going to run over both pretty flowers and ugly weeds, so everyone is fair after all.