Nettle

verb provoke, upset
How did you grow in spite, with your saw-edge leaves, dark and laced with formic – the acid of biting ants?  A great survivor, you, to colonise no-go borderlands, a friend to bramble, taking root in soil so poor.  Did you ignore the laws of eat, be ate?  And as if to punish me, you casually brush my skin.  But I have learnt a way to hold you firm, so that no part can pique.  Perhaps I will boil you for my soup, or merely take the lesson, that those that sting are fragile in their core.
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