My Shivering Petals
My Shivering Petals I am a Black rose, grown in a garden Where the color of my petals is often harden By the frost of police brutality, it withers My roots torn by the storm that it gathers. My parents, they are like birds trapped in a cage When pulled over, their freedom taken like a wage My friends, like rivers, overflow with tears As they speak of the harassment, their pain, it smears The system, a ship, lost in the sea It’s meant to protect but often it’s hard…
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