(This is a spoken word slam poem. That's why the rhyming and the syllable count is a bit off. It sounds much better when spoken, so just... put lots of emotion into it while reading it... I guess that's the closest you'll get to actually HEARING it)
“Don’t waste life. Smell the roses”
A common quote
But it’s used so often that we forget
Pick a rose, make a wish, and blow
And the dandelion goes up in smoke
And it’s gone
But what color is it?
Is it pink?
Is it blue?
See, as a guy, you’re not suppose to pick flowers
But as a girl, it’s all you’re suppose to do
And if a guy chooses to pick one, it has to be blue.
And for a girl, it has to be pink
Cuz society has made it so all that we think about is the colors we are labeled with
And then you have me
With the rose held right before my eyes
I am deemed color blind
Because I do not see just pink or blue
I see an elaborate and vibrant creation that is exquisite beyond belief
That no one else seems to see
Because it is different
Don’t waste life
Is that not what they said?
Cuz if it isn’t, I need a news flash
Pull a dictionary out of the hat and tell me this is NOT what they said
Why waste life being a boy who doesn’t pick flowers
When you know that you’ve always liked the way they smell
Why waste it seeing pink as pink, or blue as blue
When just like me, you’re color blind too
“Don’t waste life. Smell the roses”
A common quote
But it’s used so often that we forget
We forget that one day we’ll run out of roses to smell
And as we pick the last one, make a wish, and blow
And that dandelion goes up in smoke till it’s gone
What color will it be?
Yours, or theirs?
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