“Wild Flower”: The Song That Planted a Seed in My Spirit

There’s a song that cracked something open in me the first time I heard it. “Wild Flower” by The New Birth. It’s not just music. It’s a whole sermon wrapped in harmony. A love letter to the woman who’s been through hell, carried pain in silence, and bloomed anyway. It’s soft. It’s sacred. And it’s soul-deep.

The lyrics call her a wild flower. Not because she’s reckless, but because she’s resilient. She didn’t grow in a garden. She grew in the wild. In chaos. In grief. In silence. And yet, she still became something beautiful.

Something alive.
Something real.

That song poured into me during a time when I didn’t even have the words to describe what I was feeling. It felt like someone finally saw me. Not the version of me I performed for the world. But the version that was bruised, blooming, and still standing. It inspired more than just a moment of reflection. It inspired a movement. That’s how the name Where Wild Flowers Grow was born. It came from the knowing that healing doesn’t always happen in perfect conditions. It happens in the cracks. In the hard soil. In the parts of life that felt like they were meant to break you. This space — Where Wild Flowers Grow — is for the women like that.

The ones who weren’t watered properly but found a way to bloom anyway. The ones who were called “too much” or “too emotional” but kept loving anyway. The ones who are learning that their softness is not a weakness. It’s a survival. That song reminded me that being wild flower isn’t about being untamed. It’s about being unbroken.

And if no one’s ever told you
I see you.

You are a wild flower.
And you’re still growing.

— Becoming Herrss | Kayla Maryam ✨ 🌼