This will be my last poem for today And neither is the failure that often takes my hand. Let it out There was something inside her Screaming to be let out Screaming to be seen There was something inside her But then she understood what it was And he let it out he was transgender the small town had no idea in the twentieth century he was bullied labeled crazily weird and with no mother You saw him in a dress many were laughing at him You only felt sad Medieval times were a time of splendor With gallant knights and ladies so slender They jousted in the day Lifted skirts at night... NAY SURPRISE! Many were transgender
No last ones of the day
Keep doing them cuz we love them so much
You need to conitnue on with your poems. They are so beautiful and lovely. You should become a Poem Writer when you are Get older.
i love your work dad please keep it up <3
okay thank you guys so much and I couldn't not right another poem, I just made another one. And I absolutely love it. < 3
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