I like my roses to be red

I like my roses red
It used to be white
but now is red like
red blood the color of red
because each thorn represent
the hate that I have that made me sharp and angry
and each red petal represent
the sins I committed in each life to other people
to make myself more beautiful

my red roses remind me not
to be scared of my own scars and my own beauty
the sins that I committed in each life
becomes my own thorns
becomes my own memories
my own lessons
I will not let go of my own hatred
it is the blood that make my roses red