Your favorite color is pink
But you will say it is blue
For pink is the color of a box
You cannot escape
You will stick up your nose
At the ethereal elegance of your peers
But at home
You will look at your face
And wonder why you do not possess the same
But one day you will find
That the ethereal beauty
Lay beneath your skin
Shimmering pink
And you will tell people
With the warmth of pink
And the dignity of blue
That you
You happen to love pink
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In grade school
They will build you a house
Just for you
And like a goldfish
You will grow to fit this house
But you are not a fish
You will find that you
You have out grown the house
But it is too late
You cannot move
No one will let you.
So you will stick your arms through the windows
And your legs through the floor
And wear the roof as a crown
A relic of a past time
They will not notice the difference.
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