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