Demise of a Rose

Pin straight hair cascading around my face

Hyperpigmentation that I truly

cannot erase.

Glistening almond eyes

so childlike and dreary

gawks at the hateful world

making my confidence weary.

God hath given me one face

and I make myself another

but all my flaws are flawless

and I am unlike any other.

Confidence in truest form

like happiness when a baby’s born

like the luminescent stars up above

I myself can only love

the flaws that I’ve been born with.

I may be a weed

not a dandelion, or a rose

but I’ve come to love myself

from my feet to my button nose.

With lipstick blood red

and powder white as snow

I enhance my beauty, confidence

and all this I want to show.

Stand tall and bold as a queen

it’s not cocky, nor mean

because when you’re a weed in a garden

competing to be the best

confidence helps you win

there is no contest.