Our tongues back then were not honey but water
Not designed to sweeten but procured so we'd be healthier
Now we have grown to realities and insecurities
Our tongues of truth are now adorned to please
Our hearts back then were either black or white
"I like you; I hate you," were simple to surmise
Now we have grown to realities and insecurities
Our hearts of truth are now greyed to please
Our mouths back then were either clean or dirty
With words unfiltered coming out so freely
Now we have grown to realities and insecurities
Our mouths of truth swallow the dirt to please
Our minds back then were either clear or rotten
We were not afraid to show what it is we now button
'Cause we have grown to realities and insecurities
All instruments of truth are disposed or shredded to bits
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Colour Me Poetry✓
Poetry*Previously known as Poetry Dump* °Some rant with prose °I rant with poetry Colour Me Poetry is a collection of one hundred poems written in both a successful and unsuccessful attempt to understand the colours of life. It is a collection analyzing a...
