The Rose That Grew From The Concrete

She came from nothing
never feeling complete,
she slept underground
right next to the street
wishing for sun 
or something to eat.
Surrounded by rock
she was fragile and weak
but her roots were strong
and propelled her like feet.
She found a small hole
and started to creep
without looking back
or thoughts of retreat.
She shot out the ground
without pedals or leafs,
her beauty was stripped 
by the slabs of concrete.
BUT STILL STOOD THE ROSE
REFUSING DEFEAT.