The Language of Flowers

“The language of flowers ain’t always easy. The language of flowers ain’t always fair. You might see them as pretty little things, but they ain’t. You mightn’t see them as poisonous herbs, but they can be.”

“Flowers are usually really mean. They are vain and proud. They don’t listen to nobody, ‘cause nobody is good enough for them. They used to laugh at me, y’know? They used to chime comments about my clothes and my hair. They used to giggle ‘cause I wasn’t skinny like them. Mean little things they are, flowers. Until I learnt they have no power.”

“And it’s true. They don’t have no power over me; or over anything. They’re vain, they’re proud. But they’ve got nothing to be proud of. They’re born like that. They don’t even have power over themselves.”

“No, they don’t have no power. But I do. I have the power to change, to be better, to be kind. So that’s what I wanna be.”