“Who do you want to be?”

I was never
Born black
Or white
I dream
Born there
But live here
Somewhat alone
Away from the heard
Not part of
Any faction,
Religious or
Political army.
The queen
Questioned me
Before she passed
Asking me… who
Do I want to be
Is it the chaos that
I see… or the
harmony that
Dwells in me…
In this galaxy
she planted
Something called
A rose 🌹 she said
It would grow

….Then she vanished
Into fading memories
And pink rose bushes…


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