Arose
Good Morning!
As I rise
I arose, a rose
I try to grow but the soil gets deeper
I need to leave
But I leave in need
If I move too soon I’ll hurt
I try to pull myself up
But I bring up dirt
Once again I try to leave
I move to the garden facing the sun
There I look at my life in wonder
WHERE DID IT ALL STEM FROM?
BY: TARIQ G.
location: brooklyn, new york
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