For every time I was hurt
I planted a rose.
So far
I have a garden of gleaming black roses.

And for every time I hurt someone
I uprooted a rose.
Now
I have a clump of waning roses.

We are not painted so motley
though some were painted to shine a bit brighter
but on the same canvas.

At the end
we are only
rolling mishaps that time will unveil.

Georgia is an author, writer, and poet. She hails from Anambra state, Nigeria. She works (volunteering) with Poets in Nigeria (PIN) and Writers space Africa-Nigeria(WSA-N). She has been published in the Society of Young Nigerian Writers' RAPE anthology, Kalahari Review, and other literary magazines. She is a psychology student from the University of Nigeria Nsukka. She is the author of Naked; a poetry collection, Thorns and petals, and other unpublished works.

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