An old love use to call me Rose because he said I stood out. So sometimes when I am not feeling strong or brave I think of that girl and her courage.
Blooming in spite of……
Posted byPoet Kiana DavisPosted inpoetryTags:courage, love, roses, self esteem
Published by Poet Kiana Davis
Kiana Davis was born and raised in Richmond, California. She began writing poetry at the age of 12 to grapple with growing up in a low income community and to help her develop her identity as a young black girl in America. For the past 10 years, she has worked as an educator teaching at-risk youth in Washington State. View more posts