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Oct 2016
I am not black and white like you want me to be.

I am something - somewhat, sunshine-pink,
and thunder rolling grey.

I am the sky-high blue
that brushes my eager fingertips against marshmallow clouds
and maybe -
I am everything in between.
and maybe -
I am a canvas scraped clean.

But one thing I am not...
is black and white like you want me to be.
For my Father
Written by
Femi
269
   Mike Porter
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