She was just a flower
Blowing in the wind
Delicate enough to break
Strong enough to hold on to her ground
But trampled by the feet of those who didn't care enough to look at where they walked.

No
She wasn't "just a flower"
She was a diamond
Harder than anything else
Strong enough to cut glass
Beautiful enough to deceive
Knowing that she would not be pushed around.

But she was also fire
Burning with passion
Feeling pleasure as she causes mass destruction
Finding a way to clear the path that was necessary for her live
Redeeming herself from the delicate squashed life she used to live.

And then she was wind
The unseen, unheard force
Pushing others to their fates
Wildly free from the chains of the ground
No longer afraid of being trampled and crushed
Causing others to look up at the world around them
Causing them to realize they were not alone.