nor do I know my purpose but I refuse to cave
to believe that my seed was planted to grow tall as a tree
but instead have my branches cut down by authoritative body
I'm aware of the contracts that took place
no need to plead your case
my freedom for security
but you break the laws you created that I oblige to but play the card of sincerity
nothing is ever fairand for the youth I shed a tear
not that old myself
but the younger ones need more help
Believe everything that they hear
Want everything that they see
That's everything that I fear
because them being themselves isn't accepted or mandatory but just a possibility
I prefer multiple colors that's what makes the garden appealing
The color of your soul is the identity that they are stealing
but they they will never know
why swim in the deep end where you can drown
when you can be safe in the end where its shallow
There's still beauty on this earth
and despite the destruction we've caused ourselves
I just pray we find it's worth.
Hope for color
B.W
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