they thought she was delicate.
like a pretty, little flower
but she was so much more than that.
she holds extraordinary power.
they thought they could crush her.
like a daisy in their hands
yet there is something about her.
that they do not understand
she is a wildflower.
the type you cannot tame.
the girl who brings the sun
and the girl who brought the rain
there is venom in her blood.
and danger in her eyes
but she hides her power well.
you couldn't find it even if you tried.
they did not believe her.
because they thought she was weak
but she is not the flower.
she was the snake underneath.
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
