Black And White
The world is a white board only
special people are black marker dots.
The black dots shoot hard
on your face as if saying
get out of my place. I try to
move as fast as I can but too
late I get struck again and again.
We say stop but they say go
but all they don't know is how far they
can throw. I know that I should say
this but no no you already know we
are polar opposites and we'll never
get along alone.
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