I was a seed begging for attention, desperate to bloom
One day I would be a flower!
I grew into a bud envious of others who had already bloomed
One day I would be lovely!
When I blossomed I was a beautiful rose
My petals were luscious and red
I showed them off to everyone!
I was ripe
I was developed
I was fresh
Someone plucked me, picked me, chose me
It hurt to be plucked, but I was blissful that my beauty was appreciated
I was admired
Then the admirer jerked off some of my petals…
It’s okay, I thought. I am loved. I am beautiful.
My lover passed me off to others
Aren’t her petals attractive?
Seized by Brutes
Am I loved….? Am I beautiful…?
They caressed, yanked, desecrated my petals.
They fondled my stem and fingered my leaves.
My thorns seemed feeble
I was subdued
I am bent
I am bruised
I am a broken flower
No longer beautiful, I was thrown out and abandoned
Begging for attention,