Imagine a world without race with diversity and a culture without differences. The world would be bland and a useless place to live. A place where life would be truly absurd. The world has its pros and cons. But life wouldn't be any different without its downsides. For example: agriculture. Each country has different types of plants and things growing there. Roses, sunflowers, weeds and all types of plants can have different shapes and heights. Plants also have their own habitats in which they are suitable to live. While some plants don't have a habitat, some simply grow wherever they go, like Hollywood celebrities. Mimosa, Norway maple, and Russian knapweed are three types of invasive plants. They are like popular and famous people, but at the same time this plant can also represent disliked and marginalized children because they are also like invasive plants. They destroy other large, productive plants. And popular people can rule the world based on the race of the desirable, or who is the greediest of all. It's like they say you can try to be like me if you want, but honestly you'll never be. Let's make an invasive plant represent both because equally, disliked people and loved ones have no habitat, they are everywhere you go, and many of them are both popular and unpopular kids, both compare and contrast each other's lives but they both do the same things. Both can share the same boundary because they are similar in many ways. Polanco is a person who wants to be marginalized and does not like boundaries. On the other side, the famous and liked one, where those other plants can mind their own business less and make fun of those other species of plants that have the ugly streaks......middle of paper...... “I prefer the smell of musty and green than of sweet, fragrant lilac”This is the best description of how it feels. But it would like to be something rejected. For the right reasons I too would reject someone but for the wrong reasons I wouldn't. But being an ugly weed still doesn't sit well with me. Ultimately, Polanco expresses that he feels he would rather be an ugly weed than a flower. He'd rather be an ugly weed because his girlfriend left him. I mean, who would want to be an ugly weed because Polanco wouldn't care about himself anymore. In fact, I would never be a bad weed because I find the other side of the border with the well-liked and famous flowers more fun than the disliked and marginalized ones. But in the end, it wouldn't matter because the bulldozers will run over both the beautiful flowers and the ugly weeds, so everyone is honest after all.