I do what I do so it shouldn’t be an issue

Quick to refuse, and easy to dismiss you

Some question why I act the way that I do

Ever wonder, “maybe it’s me and not you?”

And then others just have no clue

They’re quick to assume without any room

I won’t ask for handouts, my petals are in full bloom

I’ve had it up to here

They drown in my vase, and then ponder in doom

You ever wonder why a rose has thorns? 

I’m not to be groomed

Everywhere I grow, the grass instantly moves

Other flowers wither while I’m in the groove

You thought I was yours to choose…

You thought I was yours to choose? 

There’s a reason why that rose grew from concrete. 

I’m not easily moved.

Aubriana Lowery
Aubriana Lowery
Aubriana Lowery is a Senior Journalism/Mass Communications major from Pulaski, Mississippi. She will be a contributor for The Campus Chronicle for the 2021-2022 school year.


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