Flowers and pant sets

A poem. That is all.

We are not flowers

We will not bloom

We will not synthesize

Nor hide from the moon

Though our colors and fragrance are said to fill a room

We are still not flowers

We will still not bloom



While the weekend warriors will dig their graves

We'll just stay inside, trade our time for age.

Though we had every single right in the world to complain

In a warm safe place, is where we remain

-Squidney Charleston-