A Poem

The moon, the sun, a star.
It all reflects who we are.
You can’t be different, not here,
They’ll throw you in jail for being weird.
Japanese proverbs, African fables,
In this town, people have labels.
A queen, a king, a jack, an ace.
That’s all I can say
Cause I’m running out of space.

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