Accept Me For Who I Am Poem by animashaun ayomide

lavare my heart
Purify my sould
Lavare it
The great lavender

The ulterior fragrance of it
Would only be ignored by a prat.
Accept me for who i am says th lavender
Because i accept thee for who you are

Am a shrub says the lavender
I accede says me
but later on
Th attributes of the lavender
Was later forgotten by me

With a backlash it cries out loud
''accept me for who i am''
Although am a shrub cries it
But i posseses those qualities
The oak tree can never have

Am used to purify the heart
And some more reasonable qualities

My coloured flower
Would be ignored not by a blind man

I am an azalea
Although am a shrub
But 'accept me for who i am'