by Queen _titi
(Madison )

I am not a delicate flower, I am a wild plant.
You wouldn't find me in the gardens or the meadow.
Try the forest, in the thick therein I reside.
I dance with the trees, to the music played by the wind.
I run with the cheetas, and eat with the hyenas.
I am an unusual breed something different, a hybrid of beauty and unrefined madness.
Where mortals dread, I relish.
Where spirits dare not tread, I bask.
I am Me, I am unusual, I am inhuman.

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