pulled apart by rabid animals
and stomped to the ground by humans

but you're still growing,
and that wilted flower isn't the last
you've got so many more,
that the world hasn't seen yet

you're not just a daisy,
you're a fucking sunflower,
and no one else has your petals,
or the strong stock that you've always had,

you're roots are still right there,
and their clawing tightly into the soil that you thrive in