peach
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Back home all I saw was black.
Now I have traveled and where is the black?
To the lady in green holding her light proud,
I wave and she waves back
I have come to a land of fake, wack, lack but not black.
So rich in flavor, natural and raw
It's no clue no one can withstand my
Exploding, mouth-watering taste so pushed to the side
They leave me a waste..
I am 4 years old
all pink dress, all blond hair, all blue eyes
when strangers ask my name
i tell them, that i am princess peach
I went to the fair
Hoping to make a find.
Then I spotted a stand.
It was one of a kind.
All kinds of good pies
Were setting right there.
Could I choose from them all?
Bruised, unripe; I lay, weeping, imperfect and alone, the toy missing wheels.
An unattained dream, fantasy, and hope, still sealed with putrid rubber cement.
