I am soft as a flower
that has freshly sprung.
You visit my garden
though I am so young.
It is not my desire,
you selfish man.
I say you shouldn’t,
you say you can.
You rip my petals
clean from my core,
insist that this
is what I’m made for.
So here I am,
ready for use.
Pristine and untouched
for you to abuse.