Rose Poem by Elorm Dogbo

i wish it does not happen
as it has always been
they think that i am dreaming
of things that will never be
but in the end,
i will be a rose
and from the stones
as a miracle, i will grow.

they say that my adulthood
would epitomise my childhood
to the masses, it is true
but in the end,
i wll be a rose,
and from the stones,
as a miracle, i will grow

all i will ever want to have
is something sweet and dear as love
but they flee as Amsterdam's dove
on seeing a Ghanaian as i am
but in the end,
i will be a rose,
and from the stones,
as a miracle, i will grow.