BY: JANA GREENE
Excuse me, Miss.
But your bloom is showing!
By a self-acceptant glowing.
They might not understand you,
They might say you are wrong,
But like a seedling breaking through,
It’s obvious you’re strong.
“You’ve CHANGED!” They’ll say,
“You have no right!”
But I say you have had to fight
For every drop of rain and sun,
And honey, you ain’t even DONE!
Those who used to know you
Will want to calculate your stock,
They’ll tell you that you’ll wither
‘Cause you found soil among the rocks.
Blossom, reach up for Creator,
Absorb that light, and then
Other little seedlings
Will find their bloom again.