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Nov 2019
Uncertainty clings to my mind
like morning due to brand-new greenery.
I know not what weeds lurk unseen
nor of the beauty that has yet to be

should I remain a lone flower
sheltered in the shield of a sepal
in waiting for my hour of opening
unprotected to the proud of people
yet fully alive, honest and free.

OR am I that withering ****
in need of severing with one Swift swing .
harsh enduring and ruthless
a hideous prickly mess
growing at the price death

one day will I grow to bare a beautiful fruit
draw blood from those that pull on my root
A random seed , has the potential to grow into anything , some see the plants we label as a **** as undesirable, but a **** will grow and endure at all costs , while a frail flower might be suffocated by a **** , it's short and beautiful life will certainly be more celebrated
William de klerk
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William de klerk  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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