Everyone wants to see pictures
With blossoms lush and full.
All petals entact,
No cracks.
No breaks in the stem at all.
Give me the broken flowers.
The ones who never bloomed.
The buds, the duds,
Half-eaten ones-
I’ll take the leaves that dried up, too.
We are alike, both damaged goods
Without the tools to thrive-
Deprived.
Forgotten in the shade
With only struggle to survive.
We are alike, all beautiful
And strongest at the root.
We grow and know,
One day we’ll go
And leave behind our fruit.
-Michelle Golden
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