I am a flower.
A dainty little daisy that has ghost white petals, and a bright yellow middle that just begs you too look at me.
I grow where I’m wanted.
I survive off the 2 drops of rain that I’m allowed to get from the canopy of greatness that was here before me.
I don’t question why they only let me survive, and not flourish with the rest of them.
I’m simply grateful that I’m surviving.
