in a field of dandelions,<\/p>\n
you are a beautiful black rose.<\/p>\n
and dandelions are<\/p>\n
gorgeous, of course,<\/p>\n
but they cannot even begin to<\/p>\n
compare to your beauty.<\/p>\n
you are the type of stunning<\/p>\n
that makes people drop<\/p>\n
their mouths in amazement<\/p>\n
and stop whatever they<\/p>\n
are doing to watch you move.<\/p>\n
your petals are a bit torn,<\/p>\n
but some find that adoring.<\/p>\n
you have been replanted more times<\/p>\n
than you or I can count –<\/p>\n
dug up, shredded to pieces,<\/p>\n
stomped on repeatedly<\/p>\n
and eaten by wild animals.<\/p>\n
but you always seem to<\/p>\n
re-bloom in the same place.<\/p>\n
people admire you,<\/p>\n
and you do not even know it.<\/p>\n
you are unaware of how many<\/p>\n
lose their breath when they see you –<\/p>\n
a dark face of black<\/p>\n
inside a sea of bright,<\/p>\n
nauseating yellow and white –<\/p>\n
and come to a halt,<\/p>\n
just to look at you for a moment or two.<\/p>\n
you have no clue how many<\/p>\n
have walked up to you<\/p>\n
and tried to pluck you from the ground<\/p>\n
and have pricked their<\/p>\n
fingers on your thorns<\/p>\n
because the amount of<\/p>\n
beauty you possess<\/p>\n
causes them to forget<\/p>\n
that roses have thorns.<\/p>\n
they see how gorgeous you are,<\/p>\n
and they choose to erase<\/p>\n
the fact of the flower itself<\/p>\n
and its thorns’ –<\/p>\n
your\u00a0<\/i>thorns’ –<\/p>\n
existence.<\/p>\n
you captivate them.<\/p>\n
you poke them without<\/p>\n
realizing what you are doing –<\/p>\n
it’s not like you have a choice<\/p>\n
to be the way you are<\/p>\n
and to have those thorns.<\/p>\n
it’s not like you\u00a0enjoy<\/i><\/p>\n
bringing pain to those<\/p>\n
who adore you.<\/p>\n
but it happens anyways.<\/p>\n
it happens because you are a rose,<\/p>\n
and roses have thorns.<\/p>\n
it’s almost like a defense mechanism.<\/p>\n
like the rest of you knew<\/p>\n
the hurt that was to come,<\/p>\n
so it grew thorns to protect itself.<\/p>\n
or either it was exhausted<\/p>\n
from being plucked from its home,<\/p>\n
and so, it is preventing<\/p>\n
any others from doing it again.<\/p>\n
your thorns are your<\/p>\n
only form of staying safe –<\/p>\n
of keeping your beautiful<\/p>\n
petals barricaded.<\/p>\n
they have been your wall,<\/p>\n
and they will continue to be<\/p>\n
until someone gentle<\/p>\n
enough comes along<\/p>\n
and asks you if you are okay<\/p>\n
with them cutting your thorns off –<\/p>\n
until someone is soft with you<\/p>\n
and has your permission<\/p>\n
to tear those walls down.<\/p>\n
because without your thorns,<\/p>\n
you are vulnerable.<\/p>\n
and the last time you allowed yourself<\/p>\n
to be vulnerable,<\/p>\n
someone tore you apart<\/p>\n
and took every ounce<\/p>\n
of your beauty for themselves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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