Flowers on Fire

When I was little, I loved wearing pink, ribbons in my hair. They used to tell me what an adorable little flower I was.
When I chose hockey as my sport, everybody said it’s not for girls. When I wanted to run with the boys outside, I was told not to get my tights dirty. When I said I wanted to be a cop, they laughed.
I’m not a fucking flower. I am fierce on the ice, I outrun all the boys, I will kick you if you call me “just a girl”. Kick you and fine you for it.