There was a time when my smile withered, 

personal pain and loss deep down in the roots of my mind, heart, soul. 

My being was torn, my trust was broken, 

negativity took over like weeds,

soon enough I was desperate for the seeds of some evergreen self-esteem. 

But it then I entered high school and was watered, 

nourished by people who encouraged me to pursue passions and sprout. 

Planted in a patch of so many diverse minds who allowed me to let it out, 

I was able to spread my branches of positivity that just need to be pollinated. 

This journey of mine was only the beginning, 

as I began blossoming and blossoming, and since then, 

this story of mine has seen no end. 

As a babygirl who at the mere age of 10, suffered a drought of the love within, 

but this babygirl is blossoming, blossoming, blossoming 

a plant that you won’t be able to thin.