What is a rose with no thorns? A beauty with no boundaries. A dream with no defense. They praise the petals but forget what keeps them intact. I didn’t grow alone. I grew entangled. Wrapped in hands that held me up when the concrete tried to swallow me whole. The thorns didn’t make me hard, they made me safe. They taught me where to say no. They taught me how to protect the bloom. And the vines? That’s the village. The arms. The names never on the headline but always in the roots. A rose without her vines will fall. A rose without her thorns will be taken. So if you see me standing tall, know I was lifted. If you see me blooming in spaces with no ceilings… know I was supported. This is not just a rose. This is community in bloom. “Concrete Rose” AJ3 • MARCH 7 2026 EARNED. @jumpman23 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 (T)ime (E)volves (Y)ou… Never stop watering your garden. 🙌🏾 📸: @millshop.studio