“Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.” – Tupac Shakur, “The Rose That Grew From Concrete”
As a formerly incarcerated person, this poem gives me life and is the inspiration for The Tattered Rose. In a sense, we are all just tattered roses. Meaning, no one is perfect, but we are all still beautiful.
On the other hand, this poem is very specific to those people who society deems as “undesirable,” “irredeemable,” or “irreconcilably deviated from a peaceful and productive existence in a community.” We are the “others” who the world never fully forgives.
While the the branding iron of society casts us away from fertile gardens, we push through the cracks of our would-be demise.
To Tattered Roses everywhere: Forget the nay-sayers; I see your petals. Yes they are scratched. Yes, your stem is bent and cracked. Yes, your leaves are broken. BUT . . . you are a rose who grew from concrete.