Black Rose

I went to the flowery store
looking for the perfect one
first aisle, second row I stopped
To see two different
Roses
One whiter than an Ipad air
Gleaming in the light like summer clouds
Beautiful, Angelic and fair
I ignored the thorns and grabbed three white
Roses
Before my leave, I saw the black
At first I was in fear but it
Charmed, As strange as that sounds
I’ve never seen this type so I got 2
Roses
The melanin that surrounded my skin
gave me comfort with this strange plant
To most it was flawed, wrong, strange and dirty
But it’s beauty was skin deep
It was Original, Different, Exotic and Strong
The cashier said they were on sale
So I bought the tallest, largest rose
And I surround it with six
White Roses

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