Rose, rose

Petals wilted
Colors faded
Stem flaccid
Retrograded
Burnt edges
Roots grounded
To the Waters
To the Mountains
Growing alone
Never seen
Time slows
In between
Two worlds
On my own
In the Earth
Beneath the stone

A rose as sweet as it smells, soft as it feels has thorns like every other rose
With every day the petals fade, to remind us of how life grows

Rose, rose is about overcoming the obstacles & tribulations life bestows upon us
Indigenous women must adapt to our environments
By remaining connected to who we are & where we come from
To stay strong & to hold on
To keep going & to keep growing
To succeed in the worlds, we live in

By Tweesna Rose
Mills

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