Slam Poetry - Thorns & Roses

We are thorns.

Think about it.

We are being surrounded by flowers that move around for hours and if.
They step on us.
They get hurt back.
Even if you arent doing the damage and I don't believe in karma, but...
They get hurt back.
And every time being stomped on.
We become sharper and straight.
And they are not gonna step on someone so damn painful that they would rather step on another -
That isnt as sharp or straight.

After time and becoming blunter.
Off goes your mind and you become stuck under -
Another petal.
One that's got under an eigth of its petals.
Because without faith, we become dumber.
Flowers are made for us so we become stronger.

The thorns you see are the ones that relate.
The flowers are the great.
And when they step, they loose a shade.
Red to pink, pink to white.
Once I said I would rather die.
Than do the right thing.
But thats another story for another night.
Another a boring write that I give to you to read as I think in my mind.

We arent just dead thorns on a regular rose bush.
We eventually push foward and every load we took.
We delivered without giving up our own source