mother cried
because she was beautiful
her daughter,
the placid girl.
she cried,
because the men wanted her,
yet could not love her.
as millions plucked
flowers for their beauty,
then threw them to pavements.
they touched her,
because she was beautiful.
they defiled her.
they ripped the petals
from her throat,
and left her to wither,
a rose on the sidewalk.