Exiting the womb
His mind begins to bloom
All thoughts made up by him
No noses poking in
But...

Soon they come
Groups of lamb boys with drill guns
He just can’t be the lonely runt
Let ‘em drill his cranium
Taint the left side of his brain
Animal to constrain
He joins the flock

Barefaced innocence
Comfort in her skin
Mother Earth’s children
Laughed and did her in
And…

Exhibit oneself
Couldn’t stand to be herself
Hid her entire complexion
Caked her face in foundation
Blended in so very well
Lost in the magic spell
Of puberty