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Victoria Isaiah
Student @ University of Abuja
Unseen Bloom
<p> </p><p><br/></p><p>They never saw the roots grow deep, </p><p>Beneath the soil where silence sleeps. </p><p>They sought the flash, the loud applause, </p><p>But missed the strength behind her cause. </p><p><br/></p><p>She walked in quiet, not for fear, </p><p>But knowing loudness doesn’t steer. </p><p>They called her soft, too slow, too small, </p><p>But never watched her rise from fall. </p><p><br/></p><p>They didn’t see her midnight cries, </p><p>The battles fought behind her eyes. </p><p>They only saw the surface still, </p><p>Not the fire wrapped in gentle will. </p><p><br/></p><p>She wasn't made for shallow praise, </p><p>But depth — the kind that storms can't shake. </p><p>Not made to bloom on demand or cue, </p><p>But in her time, when skies turned blue. </p><p><br/></p><p>She learned the world can rush and roar, </p><p>But real things grow from humble floor. </p><p>The roots must reach where others can't, </p><p>To anchor dreams like iron plants. </p><p><br/></p><p>They laughed when she refused to bend, </p><p>When she chose solitude as friend. </p><p>But wisdom whispered in her bones: </p><p>“Your path is yours. You walk alone.” </p><p><br/></p><p>Not every girl needs saving hands, </p><p>Or validation on demand.</p>
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