A Work Of Art

I am for peace,
but when I speak They are for war.
My intellect possessed
within the vile hatred and conspiracy.
In utero alone, with no birthday.
“No obstacles”, They say.
Then a deceptively long wait.
I am a medicated creation.
Who should I be for you to love me?
What pill can I take?
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