Flower Girl

May 26, 2017
By S.Nicole BRONZE, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
S.Nicole BRONZE, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
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Flower
Tall.
Proud.
A grace of god on earth

Lean.
Graceful.
No wind can bring it down

High above all
With the beauty of a gem
It’s sweet smell warm and welcoming
Its colorful arms spread out to hug the sun

But all good things must go
No matter how beautiful
Fading, fraying, falling

The flower is stepped on
Tramped on
Stomped on.
Its petals plucked
“He loves me”
“He loves me not”

No longer seen as perfect
“dead, squashed, ugly”
Obsolete.

No longer does the flower stand tall, lean, graceful
For it has been brought down
Instead,
It droops, and droops, and droops …

Until finally,
It wilts,
And dies.

 

Girl

Tall.
Proud.
A grace of god on earth

Smart.
Athletic.
Nobody can bring her down

Her chin above all
Her confidence shining
Her smile warm and welcoming,
Her arms always open to love

But all good things must go
No matter how beautiful
Fading, fraying, falling.

She is bullied.
Teased.
Abused.
Heart strings plucked
“He loves me”
“He didn’t mean it”

No longer seen as perfect
“fat, stupid, ugly”
Worthless.

No longer does she stand tall, happy, and confident
For at last they have brought her down
Instead,
She cries, and cries, and cries…

Until finally,
She wilts,
And fades.


The author's comments:

I originally wrote this for school to past time but as I revised it, it grew on me. I wanted to spread an important message using the magic of poetry to word it in a way that gives it a deeper meaning.


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