I am bruising delicate beings such as Myself are ill prepared for Brutality. You’ve picked me out of the crowd because I am, I was Beautiful. I’ve been severed from my roots, taken from family Forcefully. My color fades As I stand perfectly still practicing death with Dignity. Soon I’ll wither And wrinkle from the stresses watching my beauty Dissolve. I envy Ugly, it never is stolen and never loses Admiration.
