Imagine a raceless world 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 advantages and disadvantages. But life would be no different without its downsides. For example: agriculture. Each country has different types of plants and objects growing there. Roses, sunflowers, weeds and all kinds of plants, they can have different shapes and heights. Even plants have their own habitats where it is suitable for them to live. Although some plants don't have a habitat, some plants grow wherever they go, according to famous Hollywood people. Mimosas, Norway maple and Russian knapweed are three types of invasive plants. They look like popular and famous people, but at the same time, this plant can also represent hated and excluded children, because they are also like invasive plants. They destroy other large and productive plants. And the popular people can rule the world in the race for the desirable, or for the one who is the greediest of all. It's like they're saying you can try to be like me if you want, but honestly, you never will. Let's make an invasive plant represent both because in the same way, people who are hated and loved don't have a habitat, they are everywhere. you go there, and there are many of them, like children both popular and unpopular, they both compare and contrast, but they both do the same things. The two may share the same border because they are similar in many ways. Polanco is a person who wants to be excluded and doesn't like the border. On the other side, the famous and beloved, where those other plants care less about their own business and don't care about those other species of plants that have ugly stripes...... middle of paper .... .. “I would rather smell the green, musty stench than the sweet, fragrant lilac” This is the best description of what he feels. But I would like something to be rejected. For the right reasons, I would reject someone too, but for the wrong reasons, I wouldn't. But being a weed doesn't suit me. Ultimately, Polanco expresses that he thinks he would rather be a weed than a flower. He would rather be a nasty weed because his girlfriend broke up with him. I mean, who wants to be a nasty weed because Polanco wouldn't be interesting on his own anymore. In fact, I would never be a weed because I find the other side of the border with the liked and famous flowers more fun than the hated and excluded flowers. But in the end, it doesn't matter because the bulldozers will crush both pretty flowers and ugly weeds, so everyone is fair after all..