The Rose Buried In Thorns
October 16th, a day a black girl was born
She was that one rose surrounded by thorns
To keep her safe they boxed her in
She thought everyone was sweet and did no sins
She did everything she could just to fit in
So young and gullible, she was just a little kid
Didn't know the world, would hate her skin
She realized those were the reasons she was boxed in
So she wouldn't go missing or killed like the rest of the black kids
She knew not everyone had a blind eye
So she constantly taught wrong from right
The rose flourished day and night
She knew everyone was perfect in their own way
So when the rose touched all the buds in the thorns
They all somehow started to bloom
It was something she thought she could never do
Day and night the rose flourished more and more
October 16th, 2019 the rose knew she was worth more