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 to see
With a badge, they see us like a weed
Our pain, they choose to not heed
But I’ll not be silenced like a forgotten song
I’ll raise my voice, and make them hear my plea
Not all officers are bad, that’s true
But until the system is fixed, it’s a labyrinth to break through
I’ll fight this fight with all my might
Like a warrior, ready for the fight
The color of my petals is not a crime
But the police brutality, It’s a vicious climb.
By: Melodie Jade Opara
