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May 7
She
She is
like a flower—
not blooming for admiration,
but blooming regardless.

Whether anyone sees her or not,
she must blossom.

Not to please others,
but to be
the most radiant version of herself.

Not an object of admiration,
but a force of beauty
and strength
for her own sake.
She is too me.
Silas McKenney
Written by
Silas McKenney  60/M/Ca
(60/M/Ca)   
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