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True Colors


by Noah Robinson

What makes me, me and you, you?
I’m no different can’t you see,
It doesn’t matter what I do.

Even when I’m black and blue
some part of me, still flies free.
What makes me, me and you, you?

I am a color, just a different hue
a notch in the wood; leave me be.
It doesn’t matter what I do.

Every new friend group I’m seen a new.
Why can’t you leave me be?
What makes me, me and you, you?

You haven’t the slightest clue
my life isn’t a luxury.
It doesn’t matter what I do.

My outlook on life is a rainbow view.
You might not think it’s holy,
But what makes me, me and you, you?
It doesn’t matter what I do.

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