Blossom Poem by Eddie Mitchell

The mother reached for her daughter and whispered a sweet melody, please do not allow those people to see the real me...

The person they cannot see it will make seem me weak, I cannot care for you, I must be bleak.

you're fate is not for me to decide, but the real me I still must hide...
Cry little child an cry as much as you can, I shall play the man.

Although we have lost and you have been scared,
the damage has still not been repared...

Please my flower do not hate me, but i must be strong
Remeber you are not wrong...

My beautiful flower....blossom