girls are made of flowers
soft and colorful
sweet and gentle
the light and rain
bend and shape
the curves and blossoms
in gardens
wherein girlhood
no men walk
a marvel of nature
these things of thorns
but still treated as just living decoration
and in the end, girlhood is like a garden
begging to be looked at
longing to be useful
and a pretty place to be raised for the slaughter
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the poetry garden《a poetry collection》
Poetry"The flowers are dead But still, they remember The girl who bled Words, not red As she lay down to die Right on the flowers bed." An ever-growing collection of heartfelt poems.
