• I am not a delicate Flower
    Winds are just trying their hardest to uproot me
    Pedals nearly torn off, nearly gone
    Yet here’s my claim, right where I’m standing

    I’m not a delicate piece of glass
    An object to be handled with gloves and special care
    I do not belong wrapped in bubble wrap
    Don’t even think of placing me high on a shelf

    I am not a delicate little female
    Bowing to the whims of others is not my wish
    Come into this century, this era
    There is a new time, women, females are not what they seem