Colors
flowers are red and blue the grow together with out a fuss
but when gangs get togeter they cuss
the mess up the world the childern the ppl around us
but god why do ppl fuss?
is it our colors or our personality
is it the ppl that are differnet than me
god why i ask is this happening
lets be like flowers and grow in bloom with out fighting
with out saddness
with out sarrow
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