Struggles to bloom,
Through a crack in the cement road.
Hammered down,
By angry feet,
By vicious heels,
Over and over.
When to open the tiny petals in the end,
Like a victory flag,
To dance in the wind.
It's not like blooming in the wilderness,
It's hard to bloom in a place you doesn't belong.
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