Rose, Rosy, Rosette…
Many names, for the many colors,
That you grow in, for the various shades,
That men have added to you on paper.
To show how they judge you.
Today you’re black and white..
Black, the shade of darkness,
A show of evil and travail.
Like the thorns on your stalk.
They took part of you,
And judged it wrong.
White, the color of purity,
A depiction of innocence and transparency.
It’s what they like about you.
They don’t care about the whole view.
They want white, the good in you.
Yet your white only makes an incomplete you.
I choose to see the gray.
A blend of both the white and the black.
Shine your whites and make them glitter,
Embrace your blacks, it’s the way to heal.
A whole you, a whole blend…
It’s what makes you perfect.