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Malebu Nkomo Poem
Roses of Eden.
Deep in the roots of the Garden of Eden,
I laid my eyes upon dark roses which were hidden.
Roses that had never been touched
Just constantly torched.
Burnt because of their black petals
In a world were majority prefers bright petals.
Dark roses that had always remained untouched,
Constantly blocked from having their beauty unleashed.
Even though it said colour does not matter,
Yellow, Red roses are always seen as better.
Yellow, Red roses are always picked,
Making Dark roses to be outshined.
Dark roses
Yellow roses
Red roses
At the end, they are all beautiful roses of the same garden.
Even the rain chose to have all roses showered
Without considering how their petals are coloured.
Even when seasons change
All kinds of roses age.
It does not matter what colour are its petals
Because at the end they are all roses with petals.
Dark roses
Yellow roses
Red roses
At the end, they are all beautiful roses of the same garden.
I lay my eyes in these deep roots of this Garden of Eden
And all I see are beautiful roses,
Not roses with different colours on their petals.
Just beautiful roses of the same Garden.
Copyright © Malebu Nkomo | Year Posted 2015
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