(For all those who envied my mother, and contributed to her demise)
It has rained on me for quite some time.
Clear days have passed me by.
I have been forgotten by those who once honored me.
I have deceived everyone who once trusted me.
The expectations are low for me to be loved.
The chances of me prospering are slim.
I have been thrown to the ground.
No one ever thought of me as a success so on the ground they felt is where I belonged
The forceful nature of hatred keeps me down.
I have become part of the scum which makes the earth an unpleasant place in which I came from but do not belong anymore.
Tragedy in my eyes has stricken and my life has come to an end.
I am now buried into the ground.
The earth from which I came from became the ground in which I rest.
Rainfall has subsided and mud has taken its place.
For so long everyone wished to see me in this way.
Their wishes have been granted.
Yet unknowingly to them, I am not gone because from the mud grows this flower and my life took its course in another form.
I am beautiful now as I was before.
You see me standing tall with natural beauty and pride.
Unbeknownst to them, overall I have managed to remain the same.