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Step-by-step explanation:
A hearty bulb, I proudly stand
without apology. Your tears
are all the notice I command --
regard my scents as souvenirs.
I could have been a cauliflower
or purple cabbage just as well,
but tenderly I hold a power
in secrets only I can tell.
For though I live and grow inside
a delicate, transparent skin,
you'll never hear my clan described
as wishy-washy, weak or dim.
Through layers of protection as
incisors snap in search of meat,
the connoisseur will find pizzazz
in me, a zesty bittersweet.