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?
Those who
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.
RRCC 