Can you believe that I am here I've been here in this hood
filled with gravel and stones.
I sprouted up anyway just so I can say I've made it in spite
of it all.
Springing up through all of the gray I am making my presence
known. With a beautiful fragrance filling the air that lingers
in your nose.
A majestic red rose who was not suppose to survive , but yet
Can you see me, a single plant? Birth out of hardness it don't
affect my ability to be a rose.
I am what I am therefore continue to stare while I stand out
in a class all my own.
Phenomenally I'll be with roots you can not see concrete as my
bed but yet I go ahead living miraculously.
We won't discuss the heat the trample of people's feet, as they
step on me I continue to be.
I rise with elegance swagger but delicate a magnificent flower
from the streets.
Unique I know behold this rose stretching from the concrete floor.
I may be amongst hell I keep looking towards the air knowing
that it is all good it must be understood my environment don't define
who I am.