Taking it, because I taught myself to
Listening, because all they did was subdue
Oh, what an awakening
Rose flower, time to see a blossoming
From first sight of a hue
To petals fragile, trying to break through
Rose flower, touched pruned, positioned
But truly blossom, she hasn’t
The rose wants to blossom
Her way, bend if she must
The rose wants her true growth
It’s time, their opinions must go with the dust
bowendiaries 
This poem gives me the feels 😁😁
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