Grand Theft

Give me it back.
You know what you took
Give me it back
My dignity.
You stole it
My respect.
You stole it
Give me it back.

I was a naïve thorn bush
I looked around enjoying the attention I received from my blooms
So many years I was ignored because my buds look awkward
Few saw the potential in such odd shapes
Now my blossoms bloomed
White and pink roses with sweetest scents
Silver raindrops landed on my pedals, causing my beauty to glisten
I showed off my blossoms proudly
And men admired desiring to touch and call me their own
Women were jealous of my clothing so elegant
But all heads turned
Until you plucked my blossom.
And then he plucked right after you.
You pluck and he plucked, then the next plucked
Finally all the rest plucked
I still show in the shining sun.
My blossoms still plentiful and beautiful
But something was different
Something was missing.
You took it.
Give it back.
I cannot reattach these full flowers but give them back.
Do not cast them off for them to wilt away from me
Let them wilt at my feet so they can come back into me through the soil
So that my seed can grow and memick my spendor
You took it.
Give it back.

Its not fair that you took it
Why me?
Its not fair that I lost it
Why me?
Its not fair that I cannot grow it
Why me?
Its not fair that with a simple word, a simple action, I must question every step I’ve taken since I woke up this morning…..because of you.
Why me?
Its just not fair.