Orange peels

The world of a girl who could kind

It's a world of okay

a world of enough 

the only thing you can do is at the whisp of a brush 

and everyone knows you can't 

it's a world of no risks 

a world of just fine 

until you realize "the world is all mine!"

its an awakening of dreams that stimulates your senses 

like the peel on your orange and the smell of success

you won't just rot 

in fact one orange made penicillin and helped the world a whole lot 

So with a sweet orange in your mouth and white peel under your fingernails 

be that orange and take the world by storm 

because you aren't just any orange

This poem is about: 
Our world


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