Misguided

Flowers are Soft, delicate and gentle You wana touch, hold and caress Its soft gentle pedals The feeling just want to make you melt right? Or is it only me? The wonderful colors always catch your eyes It makes you wana touch it right? You wana take care of it You wana make sure it’s right before you pick it So as women we claim to be soft, delicate and gentle So why where’re not treated like flowers Just like flowers we are god’s most beautiful creation You wana hold us Touch us But not gently, kinda like a broken useless tree Claim to care for us However, we die Suffocating of misery We could no longer breathe in this shameful, misguided world. Women We are not some old rusty tree.