Rose in Patriarchy

The rosy bud unfurled herself

Flashed now her pink curves

Beckoning everyone to see her grandeur

While crowning on the green stalk.

“Oh, mama! Look at the tiny pink core

Has time to unravel her beauty more

I’ll Pluck it and keep it to myself

As she slowly opens up herself.”

Gaily, as she swayed herself

In the hands of her keeper

Never knowing that once death arrives

Time is really the ultimate killer

“Oh, mama! Look at the yellow flowery stale

Has turned herself to a decorating fail

I’ll remove it and throw it away

So she starve off to death today.”


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