the world is full of men who would pick you apart and call it curiosity.
men who would wonder if what you had to say was as beautiful as your face.
men who would decide that your voice didn’t matter unless it was moaning their name.
the world is full of men who would confuse obsession with romance,
men who would chase you down the street and call it an equal race.
men who would kick you down if you turned away.
the world is full of men who would buy you a bouquet of daisies and treat you like vile weed.
men who will try to nip your individuality in the bud.
men who will pick off your petals and scatter them,
so they can prick you with their thorns.
the world is full of men who do not understand that you are a rare flower, an exquisite fragrance,
don’t let them pluck you before you bloom, marlene.
don’t let them.
because the world is full of men who swim in murky waters,
but you are a forest, evergreen.