Odd Ones Out - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
I am black.
I did not choose to be crack.
Some ducklings are ugly.
Why are they so bugging and sucky?
Did we conspire with god, bribe him to make us odd?
Or did she in her fancy, decide we were frogs?
So where is the princess? Where is her kiss?
Or is thIs a tale of your blasphemous hiss.
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