A Rose That Grew From Concrete
Circumstances folded my heart
Breaking almost every part of me
The part that was left
I felt would also dissipate
I picked up my pen and
Looked at the hearts of men!
Through courage and strength
I endured
I realized that no male or female should ever give up
I am the rose that grew from concrete
The composition of my life
Understood the elements of conformity
Through a brave decision
I gave up a love that became concrete
But with tenacity and flexibility
I found unity in my life echoing
A belief that could grow through anything
Because some humans represent roses that grow through concrete!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
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