I'm portrayed as a tiny flower
bursting with colour
stemmed from innocence.
But sometimes strength
is more than fighting
it comes from resistance.
I don't have much to offer
no heaps of intelligence
nor words of wisdom or wit.
And still I get by just fine
nothing heals quite like time.
They play this game seriously
highlighting my mistakes
I'm on trial for simply being.
But it's not a game if it isn't fun
they want to be more
but there's simply nothing more to become.
If you feed on hate, then you'll grow crooked
and I won't let you stunt my growth,
regardless of how much you think I deserve it.
My worth is not valued by the slurs you said.
When they came to chop me down
I was always true to my ground
and my stem bent their swords instead.
