When all are edges should be straight,
And we should say what were told,
Pfft to the freedom of speech,
We'll say when we get old.
The genes we are born with,
Dictate our very lives,
From black skin. White. Feminine or masculine.
Are we Aryan, Blond hair and blue eyes?
The family we bear similarity.
From traits to imperfections,
Goes to show how wealth,
Is a diver for our factions.
But then we have the new generation,
The ones who radically don't conform.
The ones who show they're not part of the puzzle,
And therefore positively perform.
Dedicated to TyraRedwood for requesting how we have to be fake to fit in with society
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