Weeding

Enter the Central District Observe the milling of hims and hers coming together to create a sea of indecipherable faces stretching out in front of me I am a pale rose careful don't step on me hello nice to meet you my petals become tainted with the colors of the rainbow purity is a foreign word hello nice to meet you becomes "damn girl I see you jiving" I don't remain a girl but become an identity I become part of a culture. This is what it's like to breathe the fresh air of the salted sea I can be white and he can be black and she can be hispanic but all that matters is that we all bleed Red we all bleed the same color on the inside you and I are equals so why waste time pretending to be a rose when you can be all the flowers in the garden?