OPINION: Flower Crown (A Poetic Reflection on Feminism)

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Abbie Russman
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Graphic by Hailey Stessman/The Gateway

Flowers strewn about

Thrown away

Trampled on.

Crushed

Damaged

Torn

Broken.

Some are singular petals,

Some are buds.

Some are whole,

Or missing such a small part that they fill in themselves so that they appear complete,

Even though their hurt is still an unpleasant presence.

A child comes

To gather them all,

To pick them up,

To dust them off.

Crushed

Damaged

Torn

Broken

It doesn’t matter.

They unite

To form a crown

A beautiful, whole crown

Interwoven with such a diversity of flowers

That it seems as though new ones are blooming

Amongst the ones who came

From a shattered world.

A flower crown for the child,

A newly coronated queen.

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