She's still very young, little more than a foot tall. Her life is a bit boring now, but no doubt it was more exciting while she was still in the seed.
Maybe the plant who dropped her was eaten by a deer, and then she passed through the animal's gut and fell in this spot. Or maybe she was similarly processed by a bird and so travelled much further. Who knows, maybe she was errantly dropped by a human. We don't know. She doesn't know. She doesn't know anything, she's a plant. She is innocent.
Her plight, in spite of her innocence, lies below the fold.
She is guilty according to some. She is of the genus Cannabis, and for that unlucky virtue she is already guilty according to far too many.
If any law enforcement officials ran across her and recognized her it would be their sworn duty to kill her, to destroy her, to find out who owned the property on which she grew and maybe mount an investigation. Maybe they'd tell their buddies from different departments about that spot and that it's known for "suspected drug manufacture"; maybe they'd stake it out some night when quota time is coming up.
Lord knows they wouldn't want to go bust that suspected meth lab downtown instead, those people likely have guns.
She probably would prefer not to be associated with guns, but being a plant she doesn't know anything.
If she did, she would think it's funny how she doesn't kill humans like some of her cousins and distant cousins among the plants and other life-forms. She just grows, she would think. If part of her enters a human bloodstream she will affect that human's brain, but not with malice. Indeed when her tiny, active innards enter that brain they find receptors at the ready; they snuggle in there, stay a little while and then go on their way. She knows nothing of this, of course, but if she knew anything she would know that her situation, her situation in particular, is very peculiar vis–à–vis human beings.
She would think of her cousins, from the genus Coffea, that also substantially affect the human brain without causing vital damage in the short-term. She would puzzle over why humans enjoy and embrace those cousins but they hate and fear her. She would think of the genus Nicotiana, and a distant relation from the extended family of living beings, Saccharomyces cerevisiae, or fermentation yeast. Those things are horribly destructive to humans, she would think, why do the humans accept them and not me. She would think of some other cousins from the plant world, like coca or the poppy, or some non-relations from the collection of chemical compounds, like meth-amphetamine or lysergic acid diethylamide, and ruefully wonder how in the hell she got lumped together with that horrible bunch.
If she could, she would think back a century ago, and all the long ages of human exploration, discovery and achievement that came before, when we were enjoying her as much or as little as we pleased. She would think back to this man, who had this to say of her, under one of her many names
Hemp is of first necessity to the wealth & protection of the country. - Thomas Jefferson
Or to this one saying
Make the most you can of the Indian Hemp seed and sow it everywhere. - George Washington
She was relatively unknown then for her full potential, but that does not make those two fathers of our country wrong.
She doesn't want to hurt anybody, her goal is to get to the sun; and in her time, with luck, to help to drop her own seeds.
Not to make humans lazy or stupid.
Not to cause humans to rape or kill or steal from each other.
Not to cause humans to be caged like animals.
Not to poison the mind of human society.
She is very gentle, so I think she would hate being falsely accused of these crimes. She would wonder what in the greenish-blue world had tarnished her good name. If she knew anything she would know the answers; hate, fear, power and money.
A pity, she would think.