i favor a rose
i rejuvenate in the rain
and speak fluently
but i am not
as i appear
the outlook
of a sunflower
the soul
of a wallflower
i am many
magnoliophyta
but stand
as my own specie
you cannot define me
nor
will i let you
i learned from you
no one will ever
truly
know my heart
you
a wildflower
with the spirit of one
have a rosed heart
but hide it
afraid
ashamed
yet curious
of the wallflower
who grows her heart
through her leaves
so easily
how we observe things
differently than the rest
from you
is this why
you picked me?
if i had been born a rose
at least i'd have thorns
to prick the madness
out of people
just like you
to admire me
in all that i am
is to love me
for what i am
not what i appear to you.
YOU ARE READING
WALLFLOWERS BURN WILD
PoetryTODAY WE SHED OUR EMOTIONS ONTO THESE PAGES LIKE OLD SKIN AND GROW INTO ANEW ONCE TINY CATERPILLARS NOW GORGEOUS BUTTERFLIES COCOONED NO LONGER WE BROKE FREE NOTHING TO HOLD US BACK NOW + THESE ARE THE STORIES OF OUR REVOLUTION.
