Rose Garden
I drew a wall of roses with one leaf each
Some upside down and some right side up
Meanwhile there are kids carrying their textbooks
Because their backpacks are already too stuffed
My notebooks become rose gardens
Some sketched in pencil and some in pen lines
Meanwhile there are kids with erasers in pockets
Because they’re so afraid of making a mistake
I no longer resent the scars marks all over me
Realizing it was a new beauty my soul made
Meanwhile there are auras unblemished here
Because they’ve been loved all their lives
I remember the days of running away
And using my arms as shelter from it all
Meanwhile people have arms like bricks
Because they deep down don’t know yet
My face has been down, now my hair is
Never knowing what light looks like at all
Meanwhile I see elites bumping each other
Because that’s just how it is.
That’s just how it is;
Petals on display to the sun
Thorns to each other’s stems,
We are a rose garden.
Thank you for reading.
…BRD…
