My Blue Thorned Roses

By: Medha V.

The World tells me things

Things like

Love should be like a rose so beautiful and pretty

Love should be living in a pink tint

But my love is different

My love is not the same

My love is a beautiful blue

And my roses

My roses are beautiful, yes

But mine have thorns

Because what is a rose without thorns

They say love flies free

But mine stays rooted at its own little tree

They tell me life should be a guitar strumming to the same old beat

But my melody is strange

It is not like the others

It sounds different every time

My bells ring a different chime

My life should be the same old straight line

But mine is not

Mine is a mix of curls

So crazy and wild

But yet even though they tell me it’s wrong

The blue makes me smile

And I love my thorns and my too sharp for them edges

I refuse to strum to a beat, not mine

Instead, I will strum to the one playing in my mind

My bells will keep ringing my same old chime

My line will be curly, curly as can be

But the curls in my line

They make me free

Free to be me