Scattered Ponderings

Rose (1/5)

Everyone has a rose, and mine shines bright.

With a rainbow and lovely light.

But everyone else hates my rose.

I don't know why, though I can suppose.

Perhaps because their roses are dull,

They wanted my pretty rose to cull.

So people look on and snarl and growl.

With an awful look and a mean old scowl.

To which I can only softly reply,

"I'm sorry you dislike it, but this rose is mine."

"Stop being so angry, just be calm,

Accept the roses in everyone's palm."

"I'm sorry you hate me for being new,

But it doesn't affect you, so don't be blue."

But people would still say, with great upset,

"Your rose should be like mine, I bet."

"I don't know about the colours roses grow.

But think it must be in snow and crow."

"Get rid of those roses that grow naturally.

For it doesn't seem natural at all to me."

And though I know roses grow as they please,

Their talking put me ill at ease.

But then I see amongst the white and black,

Something that made me look back.

"There's more to all this than you can see."

The other one with the coloured rose tells me.

And a few others standing all around,

Looked up from the dirty ground.

They got roses from where they were hidden,

When they'd thought their rose was forbidden.

But now they've seen that everything is fine,

And that all colours and shades can shine.

We're all ourselves, and there's no need to hide,

Whatever is beautiful is what you feel inside.

Unless someone would hurt or harm,

Then everyone has their own joy and charm

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*This was a bunch of stuff we had to do in class, posting them here because yay*