I use the Black Rose in my paintings as a metaphor for the beauty of African-Americans and our dual existence in america.

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Like the rose, america loves us as long as we serve our utility; affect the bottom line of the economy and entertain (typically via sports, singing or dancing). However, like the rose that pricks the finger of the owner; when we demand justice and equality, reparations or simply to be treated like humans; america doesn't hesitate to abhor, curse, or attempt to toss us aside for requesting our "unalienable rights" (wink).