Black Rose

by Lanene Dickerson, age 14, from US

My black rose, a real black rose.
Stays alive, alive day and night
year after year. Day to day.
It faces storms, heavy rains, snow,
and cold weather.
But it's still alive
It faces weeds, bugs, and trampling feet
But it's still alive.
It faces mean faces, disgusted looks.
But it's still alive.
Black rose. Black rose. How do you
make it through the turmoil?
I make it , I make it, I make it all right.
I make it through the faces,
discrimination,
hurt, the pain, the fire, the intolerance,
Yes, I am that black rose.
And I am still alive.