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Hidden Rose

I dream of being a rose  
With a wild beauty only found in secluded meadows
But in reality
I am a blackberry bramble, still part of the rose family
People freely take from me
Despite my thorny dignity  
Then yell and cry when I fight
Because they assumed my bark was much worse than my bite  
I am a weed that is hated
But a rose is loved, despite its stem serrated
I am unique
I am a freak
 
But then one day I noticed a petaled flower
Shortly after a summer shower
A white thing of simple beauty  
Not flaunted or snooty
I smiled with pride
When I found out the flower I eyed  
Was mine
Everything is beautiful, you just need to look close
Because everyone has their own hidden rose
Written by Gold_Phoenix (Masks_and_fake_smiles)
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Author's Note
Not a sad poem! I probably would have added #dout and others but I'm not sure how I would describe this poem.
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