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Like a Flower Called Jasmine

When I was just a seed and in my mom’s tummy, 
She named me Jasmine 
Like the flower. 

I think it was fate. 
It was meant to be. 

That like a flower, 
I would be planted, nurtured, 
bloom, wilt, shed my petals 
and then begin the process all over again. 
My life is like a flower. 
I am a flower. 

I will let sun shine on me. 
I will let the world embrace my pretty. 
Maybe, even let someone pick me and enjoy me for all that I am. 

I am a flower called Jasmine.

--Jasmin S., Adult