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"Thorns Among the Flowers: A Warrior's Tale"
As I walked down the street one day,
A creep's gaze met mine, in a disconcerting way.
With confidence, I returned his stare,
But his eyes roamed over me, leaving me aware.
Terrified, I felt, for it wasn't the first time,
Encountering such looks, like a repetitive chime.
In every place I've wandered, it's all the same,
Every random stranger, treating me like a game.
They see me as a flower, easy to pluck,
But they don't know, I'm not just their luck.
For I'm a flower with thorns, ready to defend,
I can make them bleed, and my strength I'll lend.
© IUC
A creep's gaze met mine, in a disconcerting way.
With confidence, I returned his stare,
But his eyes roamed over me, leaving me aware.
Terrified, I felt, for it wasn't the first time,
Encountering such looks, like a repetitive chime.
In every place I've wandered, it's all the same,
Every random stranger, treating me like a game.
They see me as a flower, easy to pluck,
But they don't know, I'm not just their luck.
For I'm a flower with thorns, ready to defend,
I can make them bleed, and my strength I'll lend.
© IUC
