I wish I could be the red rose that everyone loves.
Even this flower is painted with blood,
An emblem of hatred and proud,
I still wish I could be the flower you want.
I’m not the perfect flower for your prom
Nor the impeccable bouquet for your wedding,
And even the flower you like in a date.
But I wish I could be
Those red petals spread in the aisle while the bells starts pealing.
The flower you hold when you start dancing.
I wish I could that be.
But I’m afraid, I done not enough.
I’ve been trying so hard to be the flower for heart
A flower will defines that red is never war
To this society that only rose was allowed to bloom
And blind to see other beauty of petals like mine.
I’m still a beautiful flower.
I’m a pink Gumamela (hibiscus)
Only few appreciates, and love
But I never hate.