Blooms and Bleeding
written by: Maliya Denise Wilmore
I treat her with care,
Love,
Admiration,
Gentleness.
She deserves it.
My beautiful suit.
I grew to love the shape—
My athletic pear.
You do so well,
You heightened my looks.
Exotic is what I preach.
I honor you
In every word I speak.
I used to want to be voluptuous,
But that isn’t me.
She was designed,
With every intention,
To be beautiful.
Every outfit,
Always fit
Never off or strange.
Stretch marks in the right places.
I love them.
I am stretching in love.
The love I have built with myself,
I am proud to be the woman I am.
Love,
Love,
Love.
I just love the aspects of me.
I may sound vain.
It’s okay,
Prettiness isn’t a talent,
You can’t work hard to achieve it.
It is a gift,
That everyone was born with.
But so many use it in harmful ways,
And the prettiness decays.
Some women are sunflowers.
They don’t recognize their beauty,
And they let hands,
pluck their petals away,
Because they needed to feel wanted.
I am a rose with thorns.
You can admire,
Just don’t touch.
I know it is so pretty,
You just want to feel it for yourself,
To know it is real.
So you do.
You touch me,
And now you are bleeding.
I was warning you.
There were signs.
Not my fault,
You chose this—
Ending.
You chose to be blind.
Learn to stop feening.
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