Baskadia

I am that flower that sprouted through concrete and blossomed

My attitude is strong like for a Shaka Zulu warrior

My heart repels fear

Demeanour of a beast

Like fine gold,I triumphed through the furnace

Like ice,my words chill flames of hell fire

Am a conquerer,through all trials and tribulations,I'll sail,only to rise higher

I was made for greatness,no matter the setbacks,I won't give up

I won't tire

At my final destination,I long to arrive

The throne of success,I must achieve

It's within reach,so I believe

I am that flower that sprouted through concrete and blossomed

Life is a journey of constant lessons, this,I have fathomed

Every setback is a comeback,I won't hold back

Hit me,kick me,with a herd of stallions, trample upon me,but still,I will rise

And still,a new life lesson,I'll realise

When I finally begin winning,the minds of doubters,I'll paralyze

Throw lemons at me,and out of them,I'll make lemonade

Negative energies,I blast like a grenade

With impunity,soil my reputation

But am a rare creation

And my gifts,my maker made with precision

Heart of stone,no,I won't be hurt

For,even then,my share remains clear-cut

Am cut from from a special cloth, uniqueness is what my designer intended

With the average,my breed can't be blended

And all this,an average mind can't comprehend

I am that flower that sprouted through concrete and blossomed

Concrete flower