Birthed into inquity
The chapters of my life are not written in the same ink
The corners of the pages crumble, they don't fold
Each word is given a different font but all have been typed in bold
Is this me, am I all the colors of the rainbow
Just appeared out of no where after a quiet storm
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
Birthed into inquity
The chapters of my life are not written in the same ink
The corners of the pages crumble, they don't fold
Each word is given a different font but all have been typed in bold
Is this me, am I all the colors of the rainbow
Just appeared out of no where after a quiet storm
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