Things of That Nature
Yeah they say I grew up where I’m not wanted.
Where my surroundings are beautiful,
and all the others growing look different than me.
But who’s to blame?
‘Cause I know I was planted here for a reason.
Even if the world don’t know or see.
They trust all the others,
with their pretty faces that just make you give them attention.
And their sharp bodies that make people be careful how they handle them,
if touching them is their intention.
Who’s to say I’m not just as beautiful, and deserve some respect and power?
Cause even though they’re roses and I’m a dandelion,
I’m still considered a flower.
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