A Winter Solstice [Poem Collection]

XII. Pink Rose

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