I am black, and white
Yellow, brown and stripe,
Fantasy in the dark, revelation in the light,
I am a passion fruit sweet and ripe.
Who am I? I am a traveller
A conqueror of flaws
I am sojourner being a pioneer,
I am a winner even in draws.
Who am I here to satisfy?
I am a stranger upon this shore
I laugh and cry and someday will die,
And strangers put my bones beneath the floor.
In spirit and beauty, I am plain.
In words, deeds and duty, I am the same.
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