HERE NAME IS DELICATE
Updated: Apr 16, 2021
Her name is Delicate
Her eyes are laced with the finest pastels drawn from the softest flowers and the brightest stars.
Her laugh kisses the air and hugs the music-hungry ears of all.
They told her she was too soft and that would be her weakness.
They told her if she was too fragile, she wouldn’t have the strength to protect herself.
So,
she fixed her lip gloss, tightened her ponytail, fluttered the lashes above her sparkling eyes, and simply told them
no.
No, she was soft and she would make it her strength.
Her name is Delicate.
She is fragile. She is pure. And she knows how to use it to her advantage.
She has the brightest stars in her eyes to blind displays of deceit and touches of toxicity.
She is laced with soft flowers because she can be art for the saints and poison for the sinners.
Her name is Delicate.
She is grace. She is elegance.
She is ice. She is fire.
She has the soul of a dragon.
Her flames are not breaths of fire aimed towards your chest.
They are laughs that kiss the air we breathe.
They are wrapped in between the flowers and the stars you stared into as you told her she was too soft.
The burning touch of her flames delicately dance on top of your skin planning to bite amidst the sound of her voice as she airs out no.
No, she is not weak, she is delicate.
Those who are weak are those who fail to understand delicate is a woman.
She is a woman who crafted the art of sewing her silk dresses with enough lace at the seams for the fire to breathe out and the arrogance to suffocate.
Do not mistake femininity for weakness, for she is the strongest weapon in the war.
She is strong, powerful, and alluring.
Her Name is Delicate.
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