Let them be as a venus flytrap

always protecting itself

yet impulsive.


I’d rather be a defiant moringa flower,

dominate, like a shark, the king of the

blue ocean waters, in control.

To have been in that position,

to be resembled as firm and rigid.

Or to be at my worst,

and to be portrayed as someone

I’m not.


I’d rather be in control, and if

then compared by everyone,

I’d rather stand alone

than to make them feel uneasy

by the uncontrollable

venus flytrap.


I’d rather hide out moments in time

than to make decisions I would regret.

If I could live without others impacting my doubts

I’d rather be a calm, deliberate moringa flower.