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