The rainbow spectrum.

A room full of faces with stories too tell,

children that crash, children that yell.

Some of them tired, some of them beat,

there’s coffee to sip and cake to eat.

Each story the same, each child so different,

battling parents, ready to implement.

A moment each month to stop and share,

surrounded by people that actually care.

The sun is too hot, the sky is too blue,

finally people that know this is true.

In a world full of face’s where nobody see’s,

I sit in a room, and finally feel free.

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