i am a sunflower,
vivid, yellow and full of life.
always got my head held high,
my petals are rid of strife.
and so that's what people think,
that i always follow the light.
but i do not follow the sun,
i shelter comfort in the moonlight.
i am nothing nor everything you see,
for sunflowers do not face the sun.
overseen by stereotypes,
a name too embellished and overrun.
i am a sunflower,
sad, blue, repugnant to nature.
always got my head down low,
until my petals are rid to fall.
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