A Prose With No Direction

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They say every girl starts off as a seed.

They say every girl blooms into a flower.

They say we'll bloom to become someone who's sole purpose in life is to be a lovely sight for a man to see.

And to become some pretty decoration to be put on a table for when guests arrive.

They say every girl starts off as a seed.

Small.

Single. 

Pure.

And wholly dependent on its gardener. 

As time progresses, and the little seed grows into a sapling and then to an actual flower whose petals are just ready to burst as it first sees the world in its true, flawed form, the gardener eyes the once-little seed with an expression no adult should ever burden a child with.

The gardener doesn't look on with pride.

The gardener looks on with—

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They say every girl blooms into a flower.

Every girl blooms into a flower whose petals are torn by lovesick women saying "Does he love me or does he not?"

Yes.

Every girl blooms into a flower whose stem is gripped and torn by careless, merciless boys who take the flower's remaining being and crush it for their own amusement, only to be discarded in the nearest trash can.

Yes.

Every girl blooms into a flower whose roots are cut and placed in a bundle with flowers of the same liking, only to become a bouquet for eyes to look upon and say "What a pretty sight."

Yes.

Every girl blooms into a flower whose dignity and purity are stripped along with its roots and sold for five dollars a piece to loveless fools, hopeful divorcees, and depressed party-goers whose only worth is a mere Lincoln bill. 

Yes!

Every girl blooms into a flower whose sole purpose is to be picked, abused, displayed, and sold.

That's what they say.

Every girl blooms into a flower.

Every girl blooms to become someone pretty.

Pretty like a painting.

Pretty like a vase.

Pretty like a trophy wife.

Pretty like a flower.

I once longed to be called pretty by a boy who never saw my existence as anything valuable or worthwhile.

Now I long to be called beautiful.

The difference between being pretty and being beautiful is that being pretty is just a mere flawless, perfect facade whose attributes rely solely on pretty features while being beautiful is being a flawed, imperfect person whose attributes accounts for all the failures, successes, charms, and flaws that make a person the whole person he or she is now. 

Being pretty is simply being eye-candy.

Being beautiful is being true.

Being pretty is simply being a girl becoming a flower.

Being beautiful is being a girl becoming a woman.

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"I wonder if I will ever bloom," a girl once said.

To that, I reply, "Don't ever bloom."