The colors
Lauren Cousin
Entry title: The colors
My rose petals defined by every soft crease
My stem unique compared to all the others
My thorns sharp
My roots so deep nothing can pull me from where I’m grounded
I'm a defined color
Roses in this world come in a variety of colors
Some colors are perceived as a more suitable than the others
they’re still flowers one maybe red or white
Everyone systematically chooses the “traditional” white rose
Leaving the red rose to grow extra strong thorns to protect itself from others
At the same time trying to make itself a white rose
They’re seen as “traditional” or “preferred” but both are beautiful in every way just different colors
No matter what color your petals are they’re perfect
you can be in any garden you chose to be in
Grow into your petals
Love your petals
I finally love my petals
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