Black Rose


Vernal and cheerless,

juvenile and morose,

thrown into the world, 

a beautiful black rose.


She hid in the shadows,

her lack of color unseen,

Until along came a boy

who put her into reverie.


With confidence she grew,

because she now believed, 

although she's not like the others,

her beauty can be seen.


Of herself she is proud.

Her differences self-accepted.

All because of him, 

she doesn't feel rejected.


She is a beautiful black rose,

developed and pleased.

Ready to show to the world,

that being distinctive is a breeze.


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