My mother named me a flower;
A sweet smelling one at that,
And there are days when
I feel the sweetness in me
Seem to slip away.
This name becomes
A reminder, how the woman
Who raised me
Named me after something
So brilliant: It blossoms
And even on my
Most ugliest days,
I know that I am the prettiest flower
They search for in fields.
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