Daisy Ghost

Its petals are soft they say

Which every young one has

A blossom or bud

Untainted and uncorrupted

A gift from god 

But where’s my flower?

I am a little one

It abandoned me

And somehow they know

The gardeners of god

They think I’m a weed

Choking, wretched, thing

Wilted and withered

So they drag me by the hair

And throw me before the lord

But God cannot see me

For I am a little daisy ghost

My petals are soiled

My innocence taken

Before I even knew the word