You—a flower that is ever in bloom
Delicate and soft, speak gently
Sit up, stand straight, young lady
Bon appétit, fold your napkin precisely
Do not expose your thighs or your chest
You can not be short of nothing but the best
Me—I am the leaves on the thick stem
I change colors as the season changes
Some days, I grow, some days, I wither to and fro
I am my own catalyst of transformative energy
I have control over this body, legs, veins and breasts
I am not trash or a whore, if not, I'm definitely not a bore
You—come in the shade of millennial pink
The epitome of poise, modesty and grace, just think
You are sweet like a lemonade on a very hot day
You are good like the white angels that are here to stay
You are the mother of a child and a wife to your husband
Control your emotions or you'll blow away with the wind
Me—I am the roots that extend below ground
Without me, you would not be able to stand firmly
I can spread as deep as your mind's eye can follow
I bring stability even though I myself am not stable
I bring love and joy to the world for I can build and create
I'm not a goddamn flower, a muse, puns or metaphors
I am the moon that revolves around the Earth
I am the rain that cultivates the dry land
I am the wind that allows for dispersal and germination
I am the ocean that leaves you breathless
I am the sky that is always reaching for infinity
I am
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A Winter Solstice [Poem Collection]
PoesíaThis is a poetry collection that reminds me of the dead of winter. It is both cold, bitter yet magical, and breathless.Dive into the snowy breadth of a new beginning.