“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it’s dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.”
― Tupac Shakur, The Rose That Grew from Concrete
Do not call her a rose
for you find her flesh as soft as its petals,
or her fragrance similar,
or the beauty enchanting.
Instead,
call her a rose for the thorns she wears,
waiting to cut through the dirty hands of the beholder
planning to pull her away from her roots.
Call her a rose for her ability to grow in the harshest of summers,
and bloom in the spring,
and because she can return after being plucked
even if there is only little in the ground.
Like every rose,
she will need you in the winters
for the warmth that has gone missing,
and for the weeds that grow around her,
but do not take this as a weakness that she possesses;
It only exists because she’s taking lesser than she could have,
and more than you would realize.
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