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