by Mari McKee
A poem comparing a special rose to humanity
|A Rose by Any Other Name
The rose bloomed in unusual colors.
It bloomed black,
like a piece of the softest velvet.
It bloomed cream,
like what is added to black coffee.
The rose bloomed yellow,
like the sun at dawn,
it bloomed red,
like the moon shining through clouds.
The rose bloomed different colors,
yet it remained as one.
People are born in different colors,
yet we are all one.
We are more alike
like the single rose
that bloomed in unusual colors.