Warrior who entertained

me with the shiny armor.

let me punch it; test her pained

passionated heart that was so secure

secrete in my fathers suit

given without a lawsuit

my queen a title that suit

only the best five star suite

In the guetto purple rained,

"Get out or survive no more."

"The rain is grey", I complained.

I thought I had found the cure


This poem is about: 
My family
Our world
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