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As the petals fell
The curse continued to last
Nothing came from Belle
Time couldn't stop moving fast
Remaining a beast
As the beauty walked away
His hope had soon ceased
Late one night, not far away;
A lost light wanders, trying to find the day.
She moans and wails, completely lost;
Her mind is ailed, heretics at deathly cost.
Every night I lay awake,
Wishing that I could move to Australia.
The back of my neck would have a permanent burn
from tending to the animals at the zoo.
And I would never have a good hair day
All we ever hear about are the gas masks and Dr. King. Or the buses and Rosa Park's. Oh they were there alright but they were not alone. Bayard Rustin was there, but does anyone really care.
