He was born like her
For the initial years
They all found it ‘Oh so
adorable!’
Gradually while trying to
accept who she is,
The eyebrows frowned
The reality struck
The stigma began
It was no longer ‘Oh so adorable’
But rather, deplorable
Freedom of expression?
Right to life?
This was his expression,
This was her life
But the eyeballs,
The whispers,
The gossips,
They made it tough
But he nevertheless went
on through to the her
And now as she walks with
pride
Taking all the remarks in
her stride
Like a ball and bats them
away!
Away from the stadium
that is her life and dignity
Preserving her stadium,
She is you
He is me
They are we!
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