The Sweetest Peach
Black or white prevails
I'm gray from inside out
The wind that guides my sails
What I'm all about
Most wear tinted shades
A gift I was not granted
Easily they spit blades
That's not why I was planted
Stand for one or fall for all
A quote that echoes my walls of thought
If only they could see what I saw
How for the truth, I've sought
There is no simple answer
Regardless how intensely I seek
It is a brain rotting cancer
Only what I feel, I can speak
It must be a life of simplicity
Aboard the common train
Mindlessly reacting viciously
Without witnessing the rain
Two sides to every tale
Assure that both have bruises
They endured a different hell
Sadly, Each party loses
The time has come
my trait, not an advantage
My insides are numb
A wound I can't bandage
The jealousy others encompass
Demands that I choose
The painful sound of trumpets
Leaves me with the blues
Something my mother quoted
About being the sweetest peach
Is a fact, I have noted
My dearest friends would teach
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