Roses

Did you hear…
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Provin’ nature’s laws wrong
It learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams
It learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else, even cared

From “The Rose That Grew From Concrete” ~ 2Pac | Featuring Nikki Giovanni
Produced by Jamal Joseph | Album The Rose That Grew From Concrete Vol. 1
[Verse 3: Spoken Word]

I have never been much for flowers. I’ve always been more of a “blood of my enemies in a crystal goblet” type of chick. It wasn’t until I became a mother and a wife that I learned to see them as more than just pretty ornamentation. Flowers are plants. They have tenacity.

First version from my sketchbook… I kept at it.

te·nac·i·ty /təˈnasədē/noun

  1. the quality or fact of being able to grip something firmly; grip.”the sheer tenacity of the limpet”
    • the quality or fact of being very determined; determination.”you have to admire the tenacity of these two guys”
    • the quality or fact of continuing to exist; persistence.”the tenacity of certain myths within the historical record”

Flowers and plants evolved on this planet first and they will be here last. They provide food, shelter and comfort to everything above it in the food chain. They provide oxygen which is #essential. (Have you ever tried not breathing? Exactly.)

I still don’t really want to receive a bouquet for Mother’s Day but I am learning to appreciate my flowers while I can. I prefer to see them in their natural habitat, wild and growing undisturbed. But I can also see the beauty in a well tended and highly manicured garden. 

And listen you don’t have to be a rose. You can be a redwood, sunflower, a lily, cannabis. That’s dope too (I’m sorry). Shit, there’s a cactus on my work desk ( it’s prickly like me). 

I hope you spend some time tending your garden. Try to appreciate your flowers for what they are. Purposeful, thorny, beautiful.  

‘Long Live The Rose’ Marker and Colored Pencil on Vellum 5/8/2020
Awe fuck…this song gets me every time.
My grandma used to listen to a version of this song by Rev. James Cleveland. Miss her.

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