To My Teacher

I am born from a seed

I grow with every Spring

Find a challenge at each harsh winter

I bloom into a wildflower

I spread my roots

Growing everywhere I do not belong

Day by day I must worry about being picked

I am delicate yet complex

My petals were plucked by YOU

As each weary day went on

I tried to show my beauty

But alas you wethered my petals to nothing

Picking what was left of my beauty

Like a hot summer's day you wore me down to my very core

Am I not enough?

Why must you compare me to the rest of the garden

Mustn't you forget that I cannot grow back-

Easily

That I can not change myself

Despite you feelings towards me

I will continue to rebloom each season

I am proud to be the flower I am.

-Elena Ramirez