A Rose From Det Concrete

A rose from det concrete

From de oil to de soil 

She rose 

From de thorns to being torn apart 

She rose 

From de dirt spewed on upon her 

She rose 

She didn’t want to feel 

Her hurt 

Because it wasn’t of her own 

It cut the deepest 

Leaving her sleepless 

Running from nightmares 

Drowning from overbearing emotions 

A stream of gold tears 

From being fearful to fearless 

She rose 

From sheer neglection

To introspection to self reflection

She rose

An immense amount of lies they told 

But in order to rise from det concrete 

She couldn’t fold

She had to travel down det dark road 

ALONE 

In order to innerstand 

Her purpose 

She could never accept defeat 

From de oil to de soil 

She rose 

God planted her in cement 

They preyed upon her innocence 

Never taking heed to God’s sentiments 

From det mud

She rose

Turning her pain into wisdom 

To share her scars 

Det are such works of art 

She rose 

To rescue tethered souls 

By always following her heart 

From de oil to de soil 

She rose 

We grow

We glow 

She rose 

With a kindred soul as delicate as a flower… 

She 🌹

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