I am unique in my ways and I won’t change for nobody. 

I am independent and won’t try to fit in when it’s not right. 

“This rose-Tree is not made to bear the violet blue, nor 

Lily fair.”

I am me, I stay me. 

I am a man of talent, somewhere hidden inside of me. 

“All envious persons are: With care and culture all may find some

Pretty flower in their own mind, some talent that is rare.”

I am a person of many talents, some hidden behind a great wall 

Of judgement. 

I am a kid who won’t give up until that rose has bloom, natural or not.

I am my “pretty own flower” in ways found or 

Unfound. I am a man who’s wall is towering the unfound. 

Soon there will be no wall, and I will storm over and through 

To say I have found my unfound.