What if I let my flowers bloom to their fullest and brightest,
Rather than hiding them in forced humility?
What if I let my thorns grow back, long and sharp,
Rather than shaving them down?
What if I let my roots grow deeper, fuller,
Rather than keeping them close and contained?
What if I turned my pain into power?
Refuse to understand me
Wish to see me restrained, malleable
Desire to rip me out at my core
They will all continue to do so;
Why give them the satisfaction?
My petals are for my own admiration
My thorns are for my own protection
My roots are for keeping me grounded in Her.
I do not exist to be palatable, consumed-
Consider this a warning.