Miss Congeniality

Stop telling me to be nice
I never promised sugar and spice
I only promised to be true
The thing you love, you hate too
The thing that you so long admired
Is what also conspired
To set adrift in its own wake
I do this for God’s sake
And the alchemy of the soul
Is when you revolve the whole
The ripples reverberate
And break others into that state
So for World Peace and me
I’ll be the change I want to see

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