power fight


Red crayon thought,
That the red was the prettiest.
So it bothered yellow crayon.

The yellow crayon was angry,
Because the red crayon harassed.
So it fought to the red crayon.

The yellow crayon won,
But the yellow crayon was still below.
So it envied the red crayon.

The yellow crayon wanted
To be respected like the red crayon.
So it ignored orange crayon.

The orange crayon was angry,
Because the yellow crayon ignored.
So it hated the yellow crayon.

Suddenly a young girl said,
“I think you all look the same!”
And everyone felt ashamed.

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