I admire the flowers.

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The following blog post, is a poem i have written about myself. It reflects on my childhood to my current state.  I honestly was planning on writing a poem and posting it, but last night I deleted it all and started over and gave birth to this in a matter of 10 minutes. My creative juices were really flowing. I honestly hope you enjoy it, thanks for the support!
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I admire the flowers that are frail 
I am nothing but a bud

I watch the buds begin  to blossom
I do not blossom like them 

I am too tall, too thick, too coarse
The others all bloom colors of peaches and ivories and white
I bloom black 

I do not blow in the wind like the others
Rather, the wind the rocks the soil and water all tatter with me unlike the rest

I am beaten
I have yet to fully bloom
I hate the mere reflections I see from the small puddles that dry up by days end.

When will I not have to fight against the wind or against the other
buds that begin to blossom?

As I blossom, I learn to grow, 
I learn this black flower is divine.

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.thanks you all
xoxo
-Em

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