Rose

Days like today, 

I see myself as a rose. 

Soft petals, red thorns. 

 

If I let myself be picked,

I hope I am treated well. 

I wouldn’t want to change 

A thing about me. 

 

If I am picked apart, 

Changed to be like other roses,

I would lose my beauty. 

 

If you pick off my flawed petals, 

I will wither in your hands. 

Take away my thorns, 

And I lose my protection. 

 

If I am to be yours, 

Never change a thing about me.

I don’t want to be like other roses.

 

Let me be me.

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