Imagine my dreams came to fruition
My reputation from repetition
No propositions for competition
Till I adjust my juxtaposition
Wonder what idols do with idle time
Do they champion rights for title nine
Or try to mine gold from a minors mind
Color binds; blind columns of columbine
I've observed service from subservience
Obsessed with the stress of them serving it
Still feel impervious to nervousness
Only the higher ups feel turbulence
Ambiguity, Love and Unity
A universal tongue spoke fluently

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