Full moon tonight,
God blesses me alight,
After mother had flown
and I blocked her sickened cells,
I had regrown my petals.
.
Once so strong,
mother wished them away,
envious that she couldn't carry my mane.
.
I detested how my silky strands were left at bay,
wavy and beachy --- never astray ---
.
Mother hated my precious hair
she used her words,
and sent me a curse ---
.
My hair had blown away,
fallen, brittle, thin, and hate.
.
My petals regrow,
beautiful like a raven's silky robe ---
bright like the sun's glare,
and the moon's majestic air.
.
Mother's petals are all gone,
so she tried stealing some --
her former stress need not linger,
Here my hair is, stronger than ever!
.
Watch my petals grow like flower buds
that dishevel and mend,
like a field of roses that grow heads.
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Midnight petals,
we only have the holy name to thank,
because he granted us our mane,
our brand name:
.
beachy waves that mother cannot create,
midnight petals are where my love hastes.
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Watch the hair grow,
silk and more!
Thank you God,
you heard my prayer,
that I escape Borderline Seed
and her decaying tree;
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Now my leaves drape the sky,
where my petals heal from the fight --
my hair is beautiful, tonight.