You assign to us the connotation of fragility–
“a woman is like a flower.”

Entangled in your own bias,
you see a flower for its petals only,
so blinded by their delicacy,  
you forget the blazing pistil.

What if I told you a flower
is no different than a loaded gun?

Loudon Wainwright gets the pain right.

Vegetarian enchiladas for lunch
Jarritos Mexican soda
Not just one but two
Viva Mexico!

I have gout
Diabetes
Bipolar
But on I go

                Yoko yo yo!