Lily
I am the one
you call
weak
the one you
continue
to cast aside
I am the stuttering
fool
worthless because
my
talents lie not in
my clan's
abilities
but
in my own
I am the flower
that
is not plucked
not
pretty enough
to be in a
bouquet
because of my grass like appearance
the one who has
yet
to bloom
the one
who won't make
it
in this world
But I am also
the one
who will continue
to get back
up
never wavering
no
matter how many
times
I am pushed into
the dirt
I am also the
one
who will do what she
can
with what her clan gave
and
master her abilities
I am also the
flower
who blooms
when all others
are bowing
down
to the rain
the one who
bides
her time
knowing that someday
it will be
her
time to shine
even if she must
weather
many storms
I am the Lily