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She calls herself a rose,
but not the kind pressed between pages
or waiting to be picked.
She is the one that grows through concrete,
stretching toward the sun
even after the storm convinced her
she would never bloom again.
She wears rainbows
not because life has always been colorful,
but because she learned
that light and rain
must meet before beauty appears.
Her hands create.
They restore what others have neglected,
turning tangled stories
into crowns worn with confidence.
Every strand she touches
is reminded that growth
is never something to apologize for.
She carries motherhood
like sacred fire—
gentle enough to comfort,
strong enough to protect,
powerful enough
to transform the woman she once was
into the woman she was always becoming.
She has known grief.
She has known silence.
She has known what it feels like
to pour into everyone else
while quietly stitching together
the pieces of her own heart.
Yet somehow,
she still chooses love.
Not the fragile kind.
The kind that sets boundaries.
The kind that forgives
without forgetting.
The kind that walks away
from what no longer honors her peace.
She asks difficult questions,
not to divide people,
but to awaken them.
She speaks for the misunderstood,
the unconventional,
the ones who refuse
to fit inside someone else’s definition
of who they should be.
She is not perfect.
She is healing.
She is becoming.
She is rooted in purpose,
guided by spirit,
and unafraid to shed
every version of herself
that no longer fits.
So if you ever meet a woman
with rainbow locs,
a fearless heart,
and eyes that carry both fire and compassion—
Don’t mistake her softness for weakness.
She is a rose
that learned
even her thorns
were created with purpose.
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