Disillusioned, rejected, abandoned by his own
The flamboyant and fierce cannot be condoned
He makes us look bad when he’s seen on TV
Why can’t he be a little more like me?
Well, he isn’t you and that’s ok
He’s just being himself; what more can I say
He is independent and wondrously so
He is creative and crafty and doesn’t go with the flow
For him to try and fit in; it is a futile task
When even the most mundane is attacked
We are all freaks; even you in the business suit
So don’t write him off as just some fruit
We are all family short, tall, thin and fat
We are perfectly imperfect and I say to that
You are my brothers and sisters; true?
God loves me and he loves you too
You are important don’t ever forget
Go and tell the world, you ain’t seen nothing yet
Everyone has value; it is obvious to me
Even the Queen with pink hair and butterfly wings
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