The piercing all over his face
You shutter at them,
The gaping holes in his ears
They disgust you,

This dangerous boy
He's running wild and free,
Such a creature as this
Should be kept in a cage,

The bright colored hair
Hides one eye
While the other
glares out at the world,

A monster it seems
You run away,
Laughing behind his back
You mock his choice in clothes,

A thing no mother could love
Or so you say,
But have you seen me?
How proud I am of this,

That boy you hate so much
He is my son
And I his mother,
He brings me no grief

No one could love him more than I.