she was not a flower
that would bloom
to please their eyes,
she was a thorn,
meant to bleed them
when they'd hold her back
from soaring high.
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Poetry❝garland crown perched on her head, golden freckles adorned her olive skin, iron heart beat inside her being, stardust soul, she pampered within.❞ [hr → #23 in shortpoems]
