A ROSE THAT GREW FROM THE CONCRETE....

 

She is the Rose that grew from the concrete

She is a phenomenal woman

She smiles with tears running down her cheeks

She keeps everyone happy even if she is falling apart inside

She holds the family together with the last glue of her love

She sacrifices for those she cares the most

 

She is the rose that grew from the concrete

She gets resistance from within and outside

Yet you won't see her cry but smile

Her pillows are true witnesses of what is really happening to her

Yet in the morning her smile will melt butter

 

She is the rose that grew from the concrete

Yet she blossoms and radiates with flair and happiness

The struggle for her to blossom remains her strength to hold on

She wishes that nobody else will go through what she has been through

She has been taught that 'When mountains talk, the hills be quiet'

But now she wants to break free

Break free from the norms, break free from what she has been told to believe

She wants to be loved, cared for and respected

She wants to be heard and involved

She wants to be a mother, a leader and change to her society

She wants to be treated with fairness the way you would treat the women in your life

She wants to face the challenges and overcome them

She wants to be her, no more do's and don'ts

She wants to be what the universe has sent her to be

 

She is the rose, the flower that grew from the concrete when everybody else expected a wilted one yet she blossoms.....