(If this poem site could literily talk)
I've been meaning to speak to y'all...

I am a rose
the rosy red rose...

It's two individual words
That form a compound...

Red velvet petals dipped in perfume
Held together in a gorgeous bloom...

Tongues can spray bullets
Packed full of hate...

It's the reason the World goes around,
And why smiles are no longer frowns...

It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...

Unto the mirror
I turn my face...

I see those tears your trying to conceal
As they seep from your weary eyes...

I'm not defined by my outer appearance
That first glance of what you can see...

They come from seeds
Or a family-tree...

My eyes behold your beauty
That mesmerizing stare...