Within a plastic globe
Diversity exists
Colors and colors
Perfection plus some misshapen
Every piece unique
Different from another
Still all remains the same
Before one can live
They must posses personality
Acquired from a gumball machine
Quarter's inserted
Ball fumbles down
Tubes and twists
To the chute
Held in the hand
By a mindless shell
Empty as their insides
With no grasp of reality
Or the purpose of the ball
Outside of the gumball machine
In the globe to on the globe
Difference remains
Acceptance is lacking
Next to location
Nothing has changed
Colors versus colors
Perfect versus misshapen
Everyone versus everyone
Themselves for their own
Chewed
Now posses personality
Qualities and traits
Solidify internally
Able to think
Purposefully acting
Judgments now pass
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