He told me I’m a flower,

A yellow, bright, sweet flower!

Conveniently forgetting

that I was, once, a lioness!

My roaring made them tremble,

My anger made them hide,

My hunger made them beg!

A goddess who built empires,

simply to watch them burn,

that’s who I was!

before him

before love.

He told me I’m a flower,

A yellow, bright, sweet flower!

Then I, delicately trembling,

I rose again.