Flower Food

My limbs are shivered.

There’s food that exist

but I choose to resist.

I feel beautiful and healthy

Sadly, it does not show

I feel my pedals slowly falling

I choose to ignore

There’s food on the plate in front of me

But I chose to shiver and root

For my pollen that will smell like cheap perfume

I’ve chose not to eat because I heard other flowers say to me

that this way the florist would choose the most beautiful flower

In the whole shop

But no matter how you shiver and root

You’ll never be chosen to be in the spot