Xochiquetzal
So sure this victory is truly yours?
So you believe beauties should belong to you
For cruel behaviour you enact as holy?
So you think your pruning shears and the scars they bring
Will be enough to wither me?
So you hope that fertilizer full of sweet shit
Will be enough to dominate me?
You’ll soon find out
That the little flowerpot you caged me in
Will shatter under me.
Scream all curses and damnation at me all you want—
Your words won’t be enough.
My heart is rainbows of petals roaming freely,
Kissing those who need it.
Xochipilli
So this victory is truly yours?
Try to chain me to this minstrel show
For your gluttonous ego,
Try to stab me with your jeers and your humours
To bring me the pain you desire for me—
As many times as you want,
But I will always grow from the cracks of your ruins.
You dare call my petals such ugly things
When you barely control your envy and self-hatred
With cheap pathetic lies.
All your illusions of strength and power will not kill me—
So cower before my colours,
So watch in vain as I bloom again and again.
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