Think about ways you are like the rose. What are the things in your life that can be represented by the concrete?

If you are talking about the poem about the rose growing out of concrete i just read that today and my answer may help.

Explanation:

In some ways i am like the rose because i defined the rules and i decided that i was going to be in control of my life not follow rules that have been set to control my way of life. I am like the concrete because i am there sometimes when certain rules need to be enforced and followed.

Here is the poem i am speaking about ><

" Did you here about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete "

Proving Nature's Law is wrong

It learned to walk without feet

It learned to breathe fresh air

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else cared.

she swerves to avoid the turtle.

the answer is five curious-looking beans