There lives a flower
Inside of me
But that flower is dying
Slowly and silently
First its foundation was corrupted
Back when I was three
Everything was plummeting
Down into my minds sea
Then is started to dry up
And became weak
My emotions were thrown into a dump
My minds sea began to leak
Then it’s pedals started to drop
Laying red
Like the dead bodies I’ve seen
Some killed by cops
Even those who seem nice
Can be mean
But it wont give up
It’s still alive
Now I wonder how long
Me and my flower will survive
BY Oscar Torres Leon
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