Love burning

Let love burn in the bellies of predators

Preying on petite seeds barley able

To plant in their garden.

Mishandled, suffocated by arms of misogyny,

Where the logic of love is to produce lust.

Mistrust, misuse, trample these flowers

After they’ve been abused.

Repeat in repetition until

Every flower rests in a bed of dirt.

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