Deadly Rose Poem by Fatma Maleta

Fame, wealth and success,
Is all I ever wanted, I wanted it all
That's what turned me into this
'Deadly Rose'
Is what they call me
Fierce, yet pierced, broken and damaged to the core,
Ooh I guess my life has a lot more

To me none is as loyal as money,
Can ever be,
It's sweet yet deadly and poisonous
That's my friend, money
I did whatever it takes,
To earn it, to have it.
At sixteen I ran away,
Into the streets of Broadway,
I ran from my so called home,
And now I know that I'm so gone.

For money, there is nothing I wouldn't do,
Cause I had nothing to fear,
And I just couldn't cry,
'Do you know why'
Cause I had no tears.
' Don't cry Rose'
I told myself everyday as I laid in the streets,
Homeless, cold, starved, beaten and all alone
Trying to recover from the pains
Drugs, murder and prostitution,
Turned me into a victim of rape
I had no one for help,
No one to seek shelter or support
I got pregnant,
Yes it was my fault I know,
Then I met a guy,
Ready to help me and make me change,
But nothing lasts forever as he was shot for dead,
And I sold myself,
My soul and body for darkness to reclaim
But why regret now,
Nothing that I could do,
I'm sorry that my filthy blood runs in you my baby,
That's why I hope as I leave you you are gonna grow into a beautiful and noble lady.

So as I die, this is my will to you,
Nothing comes easy, that you should know,
I wish I took care of you, I wish I had seen you grow,
But no more tears,
As I have nothing to fear, as all I know is that,
He'll awaits me my dear and I'm grabbing it with no fear,
Don't be like me, grow up well
And live a happy life,
My life wasn't all bad,
Because I got you my dear
And I love you
Always remember that