There Is No One Just Like Me
by: Renata (Renae)
There once was a garden of flowers,
All of them shown a luscious red.
All except the one in the middle;
The only yellow one in the garden bed.
The many others would laugh and point.
They all would call her nasty names.
The yellow flower was always left out.
Out of their fun; out of their games.
Soon the little yellow flower,
Began to believe what they would say.
She was a problem, a big mistake,
And no one wanted her to stay.
The little flower began dying.
Her petals soon began to wilt.
No one loved her. No one cared.
None had pity. None felt guilt.
Till one day, a little child,
Saw the flower, and he said,
“Why is the queen of this garden dying,
The one that rules this garden bed?”
When she heard these words exclaimed,
The little flower raised up her head.
Soon she realized what had happened.
The truth in what the child had said.
God had made her color yellow.
He had made her a different one.
God had made her special.
He had made her like the sun.
She was different, but unique.
Her heart was filled to brim with glee.
Proudly now the flower proclaimed,
“There is no one just like me!”
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