The Color of a Rose

A rose born into the world with a different color. 

Was thrown into different crowds of deadly shadows. 

Monsters who kept eating away the color’s pride.

Constantly shamed to something they must blame. 

Roses that had faded away in the darkness of colored pain. 

 

Above an angel who watched their colors fade away.

An angel who helped the rose be what they wanted to be. 

Something that the monster did not like to see.  

A beautiful rose that needed to see equality within its own.  

For those monsters to eat at one’s pride was absolutely sickening. 

 

A rose who once hid in shadows was now a rose with thorns\.

To spike any who took their pride color again was to pain. 

The angel woke the color of the rose was now watching it bloom. 

Shining brighter than before was a rose who was now adored. 

The rose who finally demolished the monster's light.  

 

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