The son and the sea

Often people think I'm a girl.
A sweet, shy girl.
I don't have to do anything for that.
Men want to safeguard me.

There was this rose grower. He put me in his bed.
He called his mother, I've got a girl now, he said.
Every day he went to his greenhouse.
He never took any roses back for me, they were all for export.
I wanted to go to the sea with him.
He took a day off and came along.

There are mothers who don't teach their sons how to swim.
I carried the rose grower into the surf,
and gave him to the sea.
The greenhouse I let be. I called his mother
and told her about her son and the sea.