I never thought I would be a rose
Fiesty with my thorns yet irresistable
Too gorgeous,scented
A mere prick,blood drawing
Too little a price to get me
I never dreamt to be orchids,rare and pricey
Tulips,daisies,sunflowers even
But neither did i think I would be grass
Only good enough to be trampled and sat on
Or to be fed to those that will be good food
No one ever stares down here to look at me
I have no beauty
Or picks me up to have a smell
I have no scent
A life I wouldn't choose I now lead
For that was fates gift to me...