A Woman is a Plant

Tear that cactus out of the sand. It’s time to plant

something beautiful, but sassy. Something with roots.

You’re not just a pretty face. Maybe something like a rose.

Seductive velvet petals. That earthy smell. But thorns

where you’d least expect them. Yeah, that’s like you.

Or maybe a sunflower. Something big. Bold. Yellow.

Thick stem not thick skull. You could stand tall

anywhere you go. You could tell those farmer boys

they were wrong about you. You are pretty. You are strong.

On second thought, be that damn cactus. Carry your weight

and water with you. Keep what you’ve learned inside.

Keep it under that strong skin. Don’t worry

about being pretty. Show those spikes like scars

of where you’ve been. Grow a flower. If you want to. Grow

where they’d least expect it. Grow

where the sand burns naked foot soles. Grow.

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