I stood in a field of roses so you couldn’t see my tears fall from my eyes.
Even with each bloom, I was feeling gloom.
The night whispers awaken me with loud whimpers in my dreams.
I muffled them with my pillow, and lock the door so these tears of this dear black girl remain muffled.
I Stood in the rain so the world would believe it drenched me from droplets of rain bringing me joy, but I was masking my tears. I wanted to be unheard of because I was tired of my blues.
It is suffocating me, but I take several breaths, smile, and find another space so if even to pretend I look like a ray of sunshine.
From my tears, I pray I produce beautiful roses of love, peace, and joy.
From my tears, I hope to eradicate someone's pain if only for one moment.
I hide what’s inside to hide what’s breaking.
Hoping in these fields of roses for their healing.
This is my blues to conquer so I master masking them with roses of smiles,
Roses of love & send a smile.
This is my blues to travel with alone and however, it folds. I pray I keep producing roses with pretty pictures and beautiful words.