Roses
A red rose am not
Yellow, pink nor white
My color is lost in between
Different shades in tone
But a rose I still am
Still beautiful to behold
Dressed up in a knot
You brought the likes of me
Across from various gardens
You sorted us out
Branded us with your stamps
Held us up for sale
And the highest bidder won us
We were torn away from families
Strangers became family
It didn’t matter our garden of origin
We had been arranged together
Each according to its looks
Beauty, strength, height and only God knows what
Hewed from my beautiful home
A spectacle you made me to be
You chose where I lay
What view I could have
When I could be nourished
As we got spent and faded
You cut us up
Others you hung up
But remember we were beautiful
Once in our own garden.
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