The Blooming Flower

She is a blooming flower although they don't see it,

she is a more than just a shadow sitting in the classroom,

she is more than a walking smile,

she has more to say than she ever does.

 

She is a blooming flower although she stays quiet,

she wants to speak her heart out but doesn't,

in reality she is as stubborn as they get,

she is one that they can never forget.

 

She is a blooming flower that  continues to bloom,

she is as loud as a lion ready to come out of a trapped cage,

she is a work in progress,

she is a blooming flower.

This poem is about: 
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