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  • Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?

    What a prospect…

    Malnourished and impoverished

    Yet it still learned to walk without having feet.

    Maybe, all life even flowers must struggle and compete.

    Believably even roses that grow from concrete are a celebration of life and its tenacity.

    Because even mutilated flowers develop impulses towards wholeness and veracity.

    Or else why does the rose grow from concrete and emerge through a ghoulish fissure.

    Not to confuse you, the moral of this story is that even flowers beg to differ

    So I write to the misplaced souls that may develop an urge to hide their colors.

    To the roses that grew from concrete, to all my forgotten brothers.

    So you never forget where you came from.

    I know all about this place.

    See am a rose myself .

    But I outgrew the concrete and I outran the race.


    My vantage point is from a staggering height.

    Yet the rose tinged concrete, still remains in sight.

    This story is in the shape of a city I grew up in.

    Songs of redemption; in shades of marble and petals begin to blend in.

    The Dali lama said "The planet needs people that live well in their places."

    His words revive the memory of a city with 18 million faces.

    Dear Cairo ,

    It’s written within my story that: I am the rose and you are the concrete

    Even though am terribly dented yet it's you that rendered me effusively complete.

    If I had to thank you for something ..

    It would be for always making me feel scared

    For synthesizing pain when I couldn't have been any less prepared

    For making me a rose that rose from concrete when no one else even cared.
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