What makes me, me

I am like a blossoming flower

not quite there but on my way 

I stand tall like the Eiffel Tower 

i see myself as a bright sun ray 

my thoughts keep flowing like a running shower

dont you ever feel like you have so much power?

im warming up like a hot day in May...

And I say that to say...

I'm not where I want to be 

but I'm getting there they'll see.

it takes time to grow

so I'll sit patiently until God says "Go!"...

So now you see,

patience and confidence is what makes me, me

This poem is about: 
Me

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