Fragile Flowers?
They Want Us Fragile, Clean And Delicate
A Vase They’d Fill With Our Bright Bulbs
Drowned Tulips
Soon Take To Wilting
Or Maybe They Shall Wax Our Glories Still
Fragile.
Skinny
Delicate Trophies
Blooming Next To Blades Blown In The Breeze
Or Maybe They Want Bigger Petals To Hold Their Dew-Dropped Lips
Unbalanced Flowers
Easily Seen And Picked
But We Know They Like Us Fragile
They Hope To Hide Us, Delicate Away
To Make Us Into Crowns Or Ornaments
To Hang Upon Their Trees
Possession Of The Delicates
They Will Not See Us Weak
Incognizant Of Our Joy And Lived Experiences
Our Piths And Of Our Miens.
The Silent Singer 