The Quality Tree

If  I cry or if I'm down

My resillence picks me back up

My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger

My confidence is not found in a cup

When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong"

and that just does the trick

Because I am in control of myself

I do not need a posse or clique

When I say, "I'll keep your secret "

Know that my lips will not deceive

Because I always have kept my word

and I said I would; I agreed.

These qualities are what make me, me 

A me that I am very proud of

I am so proud I've grown a tree

A tree I've come to love.





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