This is a poem I wrote for Social Studies class. It's on the Tudor Family. You can't really know what it's on if you haven't seen the movie.
Bloom
Take me apart
bloom from stem
stem from branch
and branch from trunk
Undo all the tender touches
and soft whispers
In a matter of yelling
and barbarious actions
Oh, King, Your Highness
I'm beautiful, I know.
You let me know
with bitter coated word of praise
It's ok.
You need not to frown
In the end
all you wanted was a son
and lilacs that bloom;
Like me
