I Am Like A Blade Of Grass

I am like a blade of grass,
mowed down and torn up.
Roots always pulled up. The sod laid down from place to place.
I am that blade of grass that slices you when you get too close. 
I wish that I could could just laydown without being stepped down on. 
I am the grass that is brown toward the top and green in the creases. 
I am the grass whistling in the wind.
I am the grass that has those secrets.