Black Roses

I am a black
rose

            My thorns will not hurt you

            I am the negation of simplicity

            I have no normality; Then what am I?

            I am irregular

I am a black rose

            My color is unique

            Only when agitated would thorns become lethal

            You stare at me with curiosity, the temptation exists,

             but your bravery waiver

I am a black rose

            We are significant to this world but are we to you?

            You seem to be facing adversity

            I can sense and feel your internal conflict; would you vote in my favor?

            Probably...

            Not

I am a black rose

            Does the darkness of my silky petals bother you?

             Do you see my beauty? Or is it lost too?

            Black is your favorite color, but where is the favor in me?

            My complexity scares you, doesn’t it?

I am a black rose

            Roses their sensitive creatures

            But black roses we’re sensual

            We crave the necessity for that deep connection

            Guess we lost it when you changed

            You said you loved all black everything

            So here, accept this black rose.