May She Grow

May She Grow


How little one can be

Yet grow to be big

Like Roses blooming in their time

Finally blooming


That is what they say

You'll grow

You'll grow big

You'll finally bloom


But this little bud shall not grow

Shall not grow big

Shall not bloom

For the stem to hold itself together

Is finally dead



No glue or tape shall fix it

No love or pity

For she has already embraced herself

Broken and dead altogether

That is how she'll grow

Loving herself


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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