They say a rose by any other name will still smell as sweet
But what about another color
Will a black rose still captivate the heart
And remind you of love?
Or will it be damned doomed and cast away
Its aroma enchant you and fill you with lust or will it remind you of death and decay
This negro is strong
Its stems carry the burden of people forgotten
This negro is dangerous
Its thorns stab and prick
In the name of vengeance
Vengeance for every rose cast aside for its imperfections
This negro is beautiful
Its petals flawless and noble
A red rose thrives in the sun and wilts under pressure
But the black rose
Grows in all conditions
Plants strong roots in concrete
and despite the odds
I rise!