A gift for some
a hindrance to others
born to rebel
but loved by there mothers
pushed away
with doors shut in there face
a troubled upbringing
falls in place.
Untangled past
regains its hue
as different colours
show what is true
judgment of others
now fall away
all becomes known
in the length of a day.
-Written by Robyn Brown
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