Alien Rhyming Poem.

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“Fine, I’ll tell my story of distress,
I’ll even do the rhyming thing, I guess.
Firstly, I should tell you of our species
But keep in mind, we’re very different beings
Our social status is decided by blood.
Some were brightly colored, others were like mud.
Not of whom we are from descended from,
We had no family, no dad, or mum.
We are assigned a caretaker from birth,
Not of Troll descent, for what it’s worth.
They’re assigned an animal, called a lusus,
I, was a special case. One that caused a fuss.
I had candy red blood. I was a mutant.
And most trolls, considered me a pollutant.
I was left for dead as a baby grub,
It was quite an intentional snub.
I would have died that first night, cold and lonesome,
If it weren’t for one troll, who was wholesome.
No troll had ever cared for a young one,
Let alone raise it, was their son.
She was an adult, in green attire,
And the look on her face, made her seem quite dire.
Despite her outwardly appearance
She taught me the meaning of adherence.
Our species is naturally hostile,
And knowing this, made me feel quite vile.
I despised all of my species needless strife,
The type that nearly ended my life.
The hierarchical system is cruel,
Leaving it to chance if you serve or rule.
The lowest color on the hemospectrum,
Were the bronze-bloods, all of which were thought as scum
They were lucky to live through their childhood,
And they were blessed if they were understood.
The second of blood colors was yellow,
These poor souls were forced to live in the ghetto.
And if they could not afford to live there,
They were sold to slavery, and none would care.
Up next was olive, jade, and then teal,
And none of these were really a big deal.
After that, cerulean and dark blue,
These were the hardest to attend to.
These classes were always struggling for power,
It made their general tone, quite sour.
The highest of the normal bloods was purple,
And out of all of them, they were most verbal.
Always...
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