The
Rose
I
am the rose
that
grew from concrete
No
soft, plush ground
surrounds
me...in case
I
fall, withered to die
So
I stand tall...green
trying
to keep my silken petals
from
being...smashed
I
am the rose
still
growing in concrete
Maybe
someone will take
a
moment and hear me out myself
before
the footsteps
of
others...drown me out
Here...I
entreat you
to..spy
me..living
a
heart measured
into
a deeper heal
un..dis..eased
I
am the rose
hoping
for concrete
friends
to lend me
their
ear...that I may dare
safely
whisper... don't be afraid
Though
I have AIDS
there
is so much more
stemming
from my heart's depth
I
arise, proudly
beautifully
in bloom
the
tendered rose.
Lailah Saafir
Lailah Saafir has lent her voice here before and we are grateful for her life-affirming words. Her first volume of poetry "Full Mood" has been released by Soma Publishing. https://www.somapublishing.com/2018/04/full-mood.html
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