A FLOWER THAT BLOOMS IN THE DARK

 This is a story of a child that the rod couldn't shape her, the father had gold and thought he could plate her, deep inside she was drowning and it was had to save her, her father did everything in his power to impress her and she was impressed by the looks but depressed by the fruit, if you knew her better you'd understand she is core to her roots. A flower that blooms in the dark, she always found her way even when everything seamed to be stuck. She couldn't fit in the pack, the light that came in through the crack. Her biggest crime was being born black in a neighborhood that majority were strapped, at least she strived for what she wanted to be in this hive, while everyone was trying to stay alive.

Will with the tell, words from a spell.