The life that I live

this is how i came to be

i wake up and brush my teeth

i go to bed

i get sleep

i see people smiling

i see people dancing

i wonder why isnt that me

why do i compare myself to flowers

flowers will wither away

why do i compare myself to flowers

flowerst will lose their color

why do i compare myself to flowers

ive never known why

there are better things to be

like diamonds

newly polished diamonds

waiting to be worn by a beautiful woman

in a bright white wedding dress

walking down the aisle

flowers being tossed at her side and all around her

flowers

why would flowers be at a wedding

when all flowers do is die

wither away

and lose their color

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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