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Rose, Rosa, Rosita
Location
Rosita Rosa Rose Like a Rose I am said to be pretty
pretty, like the shoes on everyones feet because everyone is too afraid to touch the ground
grounded, like the roots of a tree because my passion is deep
deep, like the trench in the ocean where Dory said to keep swimming
swimming, because I want to get away but I reach a wall and have to flip turn back
back, like all the things that happened to me in my past
past, like the things that don't happen now but still circulate through my mind
mind, like the type I don't give to those who hurt me
me, like the person you use to not be alone
alone, like the way I am when I go home
home, like the one I am always away from because I am so far away from him
him, like the guy none of you guys want to hear about but always do because hes always at the tip of my tongue
tongue, like the ones you guys got to be talking about me behind my back
back, like the kind you put knives on
on, like the way I leave the light when i keep expecting everyone of you to come back after you no longer consider me a friend
friends, like the one i have during lunch in room 313
313, like the class where my lovely teacher watches me pick out all my thorns
Thorns, Like a the thorns im viewed to be dangerous
dangerous, like beautiful sirens and monster from hell
hell, like what I’m living through every time I come to school and no one knows what I’m going through
through, like how Im done with everyone just using me when they feel down
down, like the way you all try to push me but won’t ever be able to because you guys won’t reach me
me, like the person you need but wont bother keeping
keeping, like all the grudges towards me but the ones i never against you
you, like the person and the people I think abou every night and day
days, like the ones that pass by and I cant wait till they end
end, like the time where there nothing after but a beginning
beginnings, like the new ones you will all have and won’t even bother remembering
remembering, like what I do when I hope and pray that all of you might be too
2, like the number whos always got someone there
there, like what you guy never are when I’m alone crying
crying, like the woman who’s lost her children
children, like the ones I will raise and protect like petals
Petals, like the the ones on that rose I am delicate
delicate, like this skin on your junk
junk, the way I’m treated after one mistake
mistake, like the ones everyone makes but the ones no one ever bothers forgetting mine
mine, like all the friends I thought I had but disappeared when I tripped and fell
fell like a satan from the sky
sky, where I was excluded from because I wasn’t good enough
enough, like the kind I had when all you guys filled yourselfs with pride
pride, like the kind that is stripped away from me until i’m left bare
bare and exposed, like the way I feel when I trust someone and they tell all my secrets
secrets, like the kind that are suppose to be hidden
hidden, like the way I do to keep myself from harm now
now, like the time here where I don't cry because I’m too tired
tired, like the way my mom feels when shes back from staking work
work, like the kind all of us fake completely doing
doing, like what we know best at this age
age, like the kind we think we all have enough but we never will
will, like the kind that keeps me going even though I am intoxicated
intoxicated, like what you feel after im doing being sweet
sweet, like the kind that gets annoying and tiresome
tiresome, like what I am
Rosa Rose Rosita.
I’m expected so much of but I’m just one flower and I can’t provide fruit and I can’t provide shelter and I can’t provide miracles but I can offer something pretty to look at when I do my art. Something to protect when I make you a shelter of thorns. Something to decorate your surroundings with a tangible fragrance that will caress you in your times of grief but don't be mistaken I am not perfect.