© By Sheron Brown
I am a flower and have prickles
I wonder if I’m strong
I hear the wind
I see the rain
I want to let go of all my pain
I am a flower and I have prickles
I pretend to be dangerous
I feel the wet soil
I touch the earths core
I worry if I’ll wither
I cry, and release
all of my agony and pain
I am a flower and I have prickles
I try,and understand the hurt
I say I’m nothing but dirt
I dream to blossom and sprout
I try not to believe in doubt
I hope to change and get rid of all my pain
I have planted my roots, for I will always remain
I am a flower and I have prickles