In the world of the two,
I take the middle stand,
It's either seven colors
or just one hue.
Nature bent, a cheater proclaimed,
Based on what I feel,
Saying I shouldn't have exclaimed.
Immoral, greedy, fighting self-acceptance,
Who are you to speak that, who, to lie,
Crooked or hunched, this has been my stance,
Put down or risen, I will always fly.
I was born this way, and given my voice
To speak up, scream and yell louder,
I was born, my swing not a choice.
Squished by a heel, or beat 20 feet under,
I will always yell louder!
"I paint once and for all, my thruth,
On your white fence,
With my paint of pink, lilac and deep blue!"
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Honestly, I think this is the most personal poem of mine, to date.
I am tired of seeing posts saying stuff like: "Fake, you just can't accept yourself" and "You are just greedy" so I wrote a poem.
Thanks for reading, don't forget to vote!
