Wildflower
they told her she was a daisy
don’t touch her too hard – she’ll break
kind of pretty
thin glass sculpture in a box –
caution: fragile
kind of beauty
they told her that opinions
made her less beautiful
that if she swallowed the words
and smiled a little brighter
it would all be okay
she wanted to be a wildflower
growing, changing
despite the grass around
unashamedly herself
when the world told her
that she couldn’t succeed
broke her seemingly fragile stem
and plucked each of her petals
she showed them that since day one
she had everything she needed
within herself
that she held the world
in the palm of her hand
I am a 17 year old American-Indian student going to ISL, and have been a part of The High for 4 years now. Though I claim to be the least creative person...
I’m a 16 year old student in ISL. I've been in ISL for 8 years. I work on the illustrations for articles (specifically the horoscopes column) and a podcast,...
