Daffodils in the Wild Bayou

I was born and raised where daffodils were wildflowers.

I was born to a land where different sorts you weaker.

Pianos were hobby and living is for money,

Recreation was this, life creation doesn't rest.

Birds can't set free,

Say what eyes see.

Feet should step properly; mistakes won't be forgiven easily.

Daffodils in the wild bayou, accidentally grown by you,

Daffodils on every

mind's show, supposedly grown but meant to.

Mixed, not match, to a world of valuing wild opinions.

Sovereignty won't be left as an option but a decision.

      Heart for a great choice, hear it from the horse.

      Men are for men; men are for women.

Feet stomped quietly to avoid chaos.

Mistakes are counted and lashed 'til you can't choose.

      A daffodil is on wild bayou it dwells.

      A daffodil plotted on wrong minds you dwell.

      A daffodil hushed by them winds surreally.

      A daffodil can't live its life surely.