When did Beauty become Ugly.
I am told I am beautiful.
The Flower that is picked
Cut from life force.
Slowly wilting
Dying
rotten and ugly
Tentatively I had bloomed
testing the unforgiving conditions-
Yet I was preyed upon
By Man
who wanted to keep me for himself.
Beautiful and Bright
Soft.
Slowly, starved of essence
Slowly, waiting to fade and die.
Waiting-
to be tossed aside
crushed underfoot
and be forgotten..