Black Men Bleed Roses

By venus   

where the bullets invade his body,
a stem will sprout,
clean, healthy, and green.
crimson petals will flower;
bright and brilliant.
the flower grows with hatred,
sprouting out the throat, ears, eyes, and fingertips.
his mother will cry oceans of tears,
his children will march in his honor,
seeking justice that will never come.
the roses will continue to grow,
their thorns ripping apart flesh,
destroying from the inside out.
unless something changes,
black men will continue to bleed roses;

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black lives matter.