The Twisted Life of a Girl Flower

September 26, 2009
By JackieB BRONZE, Flemington, New Jersey
JackieB BRONZE, Flemington, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery. " -Malcolm X


In the Dawn,
a darkest hour,
I've become a
dying flower.
Petals faded,
Petals torn,
Petals strained
and Petals worn.
Then in Day,
the Sun rolls high
and leads me from
my path awry.
A Friend, Brother,
in my wake,
pulls me from the
killing stake.
His hands are flesh,
His heart is gold.
He has warmed me
from the Cold.
I stretch, I yawn,
the Day I reap.
He pulls me from
Eternal Sleep.
His touch is Life
and Life is mine--
I rest on Him. He's
my Cloud Nine.
My curled-up Petals--
they unfurl.
I become a
Human Girl.


The author's comments:
Just a poem I spontaneously wrote at seven in the morning.

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