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Roses are known to have the highest vibration of almost all flowers, so it makes sense as to why many of us love them. They are literally uplifting.

As femininity is in comparison to a garden, let’s dive deeper into this series I’ve been writing.

Why would you think a flower would be harmless, and even further than that – why would you think it wouldn’t kill you? Deadly nightshade (aka Belladonna) is one of the most deadliest flowers known to man. Its potency is dependent upon the amount, as some use small quantities of the flower for sleep and relaxation.

How do you gather someone discovered it was deadly?

I’m not wagering this – chances are it could have very well been a man. Everything must die, be consumed, and serve the broken ones, or bend to their will…and belladonna was not that flower.

So, why do we treat our women like they could simply be crushed, discarded and thrown away? Why not have the same cautious aptitude about how we treat females, rather than they are weak and nothing?

While belladonna had to be consumed to cause any real damage, what about roses?

We often forget they come with thorns. A high vibrating sentient plant, already equipped with a weapons system? Common knowledge dictates to leave such a rare and dangerous beauty alone, and everyone seems to think there’s no harm in plucking one. I once watched a man twist into a bush for me, cutting deep into the flesh of his fingers. He had gashes all over when he finally offered me ONE ROSE. (The rose bush won)

I remember telling him he didn’t have to – I love flowers as they are. But he insisted. He turned out to be one of the worst people I ever had the pleasure of knowing. Gas lighting, physically abusive, always starting fights simply to start them. When I finally got rid of him, he threatened my life countless times on an old twitter account. I had won. Instead of continuously allowing him to twist me from my original floral perch, I made sure I got my message across,

He got one rose.

While I was left with a mess, I was entirely still in tact. And I had to learn that my thorns saved my life, no matter how beautiful I am.

The lesson here is that woman aren’t so delicate that they can be trotted on, and forgotten. You had to cut back thorns, swallow poison or endure severe allergies to be in her presence. One would assume you would adapt – not burn the garden down…considering you need her.

Being delicate is a vulnerability and that makes it a strength. Because eventually, someone stepped in and was in complete awe that I had delicate pale pink petals and thorns. And instead of trying to abuse me, they have continuously nurtured and cared for my garden.

To be protected doesn’t make any woman weak, or a hindrance. It makes them loved.