meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world
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learned to like myself in a culture which said it was a h*ll no-no can't be too paper white stand too tall and straight and smell too darn good with over-sized golden bowl eyes staring up towards the stars of heaven even though I'm a flower the real true thing being real living from the heart isn't valued not no how they all tried to convince me I wasn't quite right I knew they were cowards afraid of themselves and for some unknowing reason they were afraid of me life can be a teetering premise of one-up/one-down see everyone's gotta watch out for those whose boat might be sinking and maybe even for those who maybe praying for it to sink too that's not me I know who I am-- a lovely white flower with an overwhelming scent and a powerful presence one that gets me noticed I cannot help but be who and how I am Its the way God made me He whispered these words in the wind: "Dig in your roots little flower and be strong." Copyright JANUARY 12TH, 2015 ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY THIS AUTHOR WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE/ ALL POETRY/PROSE/RANTS/IDEAS ARE THE LEGAL PROPERTY OF THIS WRITER. MELOO/MELISSA A. HOWELL STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...THANK YOU FOR READING... :-) Vote for this poem
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