The Daisy

So, I wrote this poem for my creative writing class. It's not the greatest poem in the world, but I was pretty proud of it. :)

The Daisy

A rose attracts the eyes of all,

Its beauty well defined.

And a flower that defines beauty

Seems like it’s the only kind.

But what about that lonely bud

That’s hiding over there?

Much simpler and less profound

And no one seems to care.

The daisy is not “beauty”

It doesn’t have any of those

Gentle, soft petals and swirls

That are what defines the rose.

I look into the mirror

At times unhappy with what I see.

I am no rose, no delicate bloom

And I never will be.

How the world tries to tell me

The rose is really what I should be

If I ever want to be a beauty,

I cannot be “just a daisy”.

But who defines that beauty?

And whose opinion really counts?

I may not be a rose,

But don’t count this daisy out!

My petals are white as snow

I can grow against all odds.

And that flower that grows in adversity

Is beautiful to God.

The world’s eyes do not matter

But the ones that really do

Are always full, no matter what,

Of love for me and you.

I feel loved and beautiful

Whenever I try to see

Myself the way God sees me:

The girl I’m meant to be.