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All my life I thought
Did I my color really matter
No matter how much I had
On my plate
I gave my all to the ones I loved
Serve myself on a platter
I try not to stumble
I pick up the knife
my beloved dagger dear
and wondered at the truths
it might whisper today.
But as I stare at the polished surface
my face doesn't greet me.
I turn it over and over
