A Rose Painted Black

Dear World,

If I were a rose painted black,

Would you cast me aside?

Like blackened, burnt rice?

Would my color tarnish my sweet smell?

If I were a rose painted black,

Would the richness of my ebony petals,

Make me unworthy

Of being called

A Rose?

If I was a rose painted black

Would my ivory petals be worth more than,

Silver?

Would my sweet smell captivate,

A room welcoming?

If I were just a rose

Sweet- smelling, vibrant

And your mind was blind

Would my color matter?

Sincerly, Anonymous