What We Really Are Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

Inside of me
There is a hidden treasure
A bud so ripe and ready to grow
I stand
In a field where men
Prowl and scorn
They are scared,
Scared of my bud
That I'll grow as tall as them
They do not believe
I am capable of that much
They look down
I fold my hands over
My bud weeps to be free
I watch
As their petals drop
From the shock of me
Being really me
My petals unfurl like wings
Suddenly
I am standing face to face
The view from up here
Is not quite what I
Had in mind
But I bloom tall and proud