May She Grow
May She Grow
How little one can be
Yet grow to be big
Like Roses blooming in their time
Finally blooming
That is what they say
You'll grow
You'll grow big
You'll finally bloom
But this little bud shall not grow
Shall not grow big
Shall not bloom
For the stem to hold itself together
Is finally dead
Broken
No glue or tape shall fix it
No love or pity
For she has already embraced herself
Broken and dead altogether
That is how she'll grow
Loving herself
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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