Sour Flower

Surrounded by all those I know
Still left standing alone
Their talk is constant like the buzz of a bee
Never once does the topic land on me

I’m a sour flower
Blowing in the breeze not happily ever after
An ugly wind left me tart
The bees still don’t taste past that part

I’ve bloomed an odd sort of color
The sun couldn’t shine any brighter
Its rays are my company
But the bees are still not attracted to me.

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I wrote this for a school assignment and below is the statement I wrote to go with it.

I was trying to create an image and feel of a wallflower at a party. She’s standing alone overhearing the talk of others and feeling left out. “An ugly wind left me tart” is suppose to show that she is somewhat bitter because someone close to her started rumors about her that “the bees” believe and therefore, don’t talk to her. “The bees” represent not only the constant talk of people but also the other students and teachers. “The sun” is her older, popular sibling who has left her in their shadow instead of using their popularity to help her survive high school without being ridiculed. Her solitude is that she’s a Gonzo at her school, a whatever. I chose to express my thoughts and feelings this way because my older sister was just awarded valedictorian and the governor general’s award and her accomplishments and the pride our parents and her teachers have for her make me feel as if I am a wallflower.


wallflower, flower, bees, tart, wind, talk, left behind, alone, popular, sibling, sun, bright, rays
