Rose

Beware, my darling, I am a rose.
Thorns defend me from my foes.
For I am fragile and weak,
And you are far from meek.

I'll not be picked by any other.
If it isn't you, I can't be bothered.
To be your possession, who could want more?
My crimson heart is only yours.

Misfit

I am an outsider no matter where I go.
I have no homeland to call my own.
My arms are pulled to the west and the east.
There is no freedom at the least.
Dozens of nations; my blood defies.
So tell me, what am I?

The stares they give as I walk by.
The people who try to find reasons why.
I am the way I am, not because of you.
Like the grass is green and the sky is blue.
There is nothing that I want or need.
Then why do you wish I'd bleed?

They say if you can't beat someone;
Either join or be no one.
I'd rather fight than give in.
Even if they spit on me when they win.
United we stand, as divided as can be.
People who belong nowhere are my family.