Larissa

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, Desperate…