Rose, Rosa, Rosita

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Rosita Rosa Rose Like a Rose I am said to be pretty

pretty, like the shoes on everyones feet because everyone is too afraid to touch the ground

grounded, like the roots of a tree because my passion is deep

deep, like the trench in the ocean where Dory said to keep swimming

swimming, because I want to get away but I reach a wall and have to flip turn back

back, like all the things that happened to me in my past

past, like the things that don't happen now but still circulate through my mind

mind, like the type I don't give to those who hurt me

me, like the person you use to not be alone

alone, like the way I am when I go home

home, like the one I am always away from because I am so far away from him

him, like the guy none of you guys want to hear about but always do because hes always at the tip of my tongue

tongue, like the ones you guys got to be talking about me behind my back

back, like the kind you put knives on

on, like the way I leave the light when i keep expecting everyone of you to come back after you no longer consider me a friend

friends, like the one i have during lunch in room 313

313, like the class where my lovely teacher watches me pick out all my thorns

Thorns, Like a the thorns im viewed to be dangerous

dangerous, like beautiful sirens and monster from hell

hell, like what I’m living through every time I come to school and no one knows what I’m going through

through, like how Im done with everyone just using me when they feel down

down, like the way you all try to push me but won’t ever be able to because you guys won’t reach me

me, like the person you need but wont bother keeping

keeping, like all the grudges towards me but the ones i never against you

you, like the person and the people I think abou every night and day

days, like the ones that pass by and I cant wait till they end

end, like the time where there nothing after but a beginning

beginnings, like the new ones you will all have and won’t even bother remembering

remembering, like what I do when I hope and pray that all of you might be too

2, like the number whos always got someone there

there, like what you guy never are when I’m alone crying

crying, like the woman who’s lost her children

children, like the ones I will raise and protect like petals

Petals, like the the ones on that rose I am delicate

delicate, like this skin on your junk

junk, the way I’m treated after one mistake

mistake, like the ones everyone makes but the ones no one ever bothers forgetting mine

mine, like all the friends I thought I had but disappeared when I tripped and fell

fell like a satan from the sky

sky, where I was excluded from because I wasn’t good enough

enough, like the kind I had when all you guys filled yourselfs with pride

pride, like the kind that is stripped away from me until i’m left bare

bare and exposed, like the way I feel when I trust someone and they tell all my secrets

secrets, like the kind that are suppose to be hidden

hidden, like the way I do to keep myself from harm now

now, like the time here where I don't cry because I’m too tired

tired, like the way my mom feels when shes back from staking work

work, like the kind all of us fake completely doing

doing, like what we know best at this age

age, like the kind we think we all have enough but we never will

will, like the kind that keeps me going even though I am intoxicated

intoxicated, like what you feel after im doing being sweet

sweet, like the kind that gets annoying and tiresome

tiresome, like what I am

Rosa Rose Rosita.

I’m expected so much of but I’m just one flower and I can’t provide fruit and I can’t provide shelter and I can’t provide miracles but I can offer something pretty to look at when I do my art. Something to protect when I make you a shelter of thorns. Something to decorate your surroundings with a tangible fragrance that will caress you in your times of grief but don't be mistaken I am not perfect.

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