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Nov 2014
She was known to me from the year before,
her personality, links and appearance not sure.
She got the attention of her people, quite early and good.
First impressions last, well at least they should,
but this impression was unsure as things started to change.
Her colours showed slowly, we thought she was tamed.
Wild animals we refer to them as.
In a country like this, your in another class,
another level, another category, specie on a whole.
To keep everything cool and normal was her goal.
Her personality and appearance all a facade.
Fake, Hipocricy, she doesn't want to be called,
called out, for usually females have the treasure and men the key.
For now we now have all found out that she, is a he.
He has a lover, who is secretly supposing him.
He claims so, but he's caught,.. in his eyes the light dim.
He starts to sweat as he was exposed,
luckily friends will remain friends, but an addition to foes.
The christian appearance to fit with society.
Instead of football and roughness, there's peace; calamity.
It was expected but unexpected, but he or she gave it away.
So lest you forget, to read it today, remember the specie who walked about happy; gay.
For the day we saw him her as his her own lover, with his her smile and glee.
Displayed on the screen his her lover, was also a he.
NOTE THAT THIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT ANYBODY IN SPECIFIC OR TAKES PART IN JUDGING A PARTICULAR SOCIETY, BUT THE VIEWS FROM A STUDENT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT ONCE HAPPENED TO SOMEONE LIVING IN OUR OWN WORLD.
Written by
PerfectTruths
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   ---, Creep and Cyrille Octaviano
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