Best Poems Written by Bella Morrill

My Flower

Why do boys treat women with such disrespect and disregard?

We women are just flowers each alike,

Fragile, agile, soft and dainty. To some atleast.


When we are really bold, bright and beautiful warriors; on a quest to conquer life.

But then again we are just flowers.

Like flowers we are crushed by disrespect and discrimination, we are expected to grow back just as beautiful, and dainty as before.

Some other flowers use their strong roots to  conquer yours; just to make their color bolder, and have better shaped petals.

They crave deep magenta color and beautiful ovaler petals, but they pluck at yours like a lovesick school girl.

Aswell as craving beautiful colors they crave to be plucked from a field and put in a vase.

They just don't realize that in a few days, their color will drain, petals will fall and they will shrink into a brown, dry mess to be cleaned up by someone.

I am a flower that has never been picked.

One with four petals, and a faint lilac tint.

I think. Are there other flowers like me?

Copyright © Bella Morrill | Year Posted 2023