From the smooth, delicate texture of fallen rose petals
To the soft, gentle blow of the spring wind,
God knew what he was doing when molding the earth
Looks can be deceiving
It's a beautiful haven
filled with love
and kindness
and controversy
and hate
How could something so striking be so deceitful?
With beauty, comes a price
I will choose not to
conform to society or
accept the wrongs of the world
Culture doesn't own me
God does
and He is my reason to live on this
poisonously gorgeous earth
In hope of a perfect heavenly home later