Oh sweet child you are strength, you are loved by the most high
You are intense, you aren't something they can just buy.
You are beautiful,
you are delightful
There is no quick healing factor,
wishing it'll be crushed by tractors
but it leaves you with a reminder:
When you go places make it a little better than when you found it
because growing up doesn't have to be
so damn gray.
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Blossoming Words
PoetryPoems that are blooming with love, happiness, abuse, truth, feminism, racism. **TRIGGER WARNING** abuse, sexual assault.