Outcast
The tomboy was a vital soul
But didn’t quite fit in
And so she sought belonging
In the outcast social fringe
The boy was called a pansy
Cause he liked the finer things
The pseudo macho posturing
Seemed absurd to his being
The brutal treatment he endured
Proved he was tough as nails
But all he ever wanted
Was for kindness to prevail
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