Rose That Grew


Just a stem on the street

In a city called Murder Mount

A city full of doubts

doubts of the stem to grow

doubts of something beautiful to come

doubts of a rose to grow

In a city called Murder Mount

shots fired every night

people walked every night

boys got killed every night

a few weeks passed

believe it or not that rose grew

through all the scars

through all the marks

through all the trauma

that rose grew and was beautiful


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