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Confessions in Rhyme
Poems By:
Ifayemi Willson
L.A. #201 October 27, 1997
Colors
Charlotte mixing in with the sailors,
is like a drop of gold paint in a bucket of gray paint.
Under all the pressure she must feel faint.
No other drops of gold paint to accompany her.
Only a fraud.
Gold on the outside,
but hateful clear on the inside.
A fraud,
trying to be a good captain,
but less than the sailors.
Since the …
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