Black Rose

I legit never knew the beauty black roses possess. I stared at one day after day. She looked like she didn't want to be bothered. Still she'd look and stare. She grew differently than the red ones. Prepackaged, given to others in mass quantity. She'd sit alone and read amongst herself. With arched eyebrows and shapely dress. Most were afraid of her thorns. Despite all the beauty she possessed inside. They only saw her outside. Reason her thorns were so sharp. The misconception that she was to be feared. When in reality they protected her. They made her to think that she was ugly. The red roses that surrounded. They'd bunch around her in fear of their own self conscious. Attempting to stop her smile. The more they tried, the more she stood out. Grounded in her faith she grew out of her insecurity. Being the regal beauty that she was. Realizing the heroine she searched was inside her the whole time. Her petals testimony to her root. When I spoke she cheerfully replied with a smile. I walked by day after day