The day I evolved...
Was the day i learned...
That being a leader...
Was well deserved.
For all the individuals that put me down
Planted seeds of hate into the ground.....
That almost had grown into solidity
On the platform of my mind...
That carried the soil of hurt..
That accompanied well with misery
The ingredients that creates sadness.
I was once told when as a child,
That innocence was golden and mild.
I took that to heart and ran with it.
Not knowing waiting for me was a dead end.
As time went on...
I started to feel green,
Like a healthy beautiful flower,
So I plucked out all of the weeds.
I planted a seed of my own,
with special ingredients:
Serenity, healthy self-esteem, -and respect of the utmost,
And plucked the weeds of paralyzed growth
Growing, Growing, Grown-
into this great phenomenal rose!
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