No One
Like a rose growing out of concrete
I’m standing alone in a vast society of unknowns
No one knows why I’m here, nor do they care
No one else knows what it’s like to be out castes
I’m like the little rose stuck in the concrete
I’m waiting to be accepted. Loved. Seen
Why don’t you see me
I’m the rose that someone planted
I’m the rose that somebody wanted to see grow
No one knows what it’s like to be faced with a different reality than what I dream
No one knows what it’s like to be stomped on, and to rise without a helping hand
But I do
I refuse to let them kick me down, because I am the rose that someone wanted to see grow.
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