Being Diffrent Poem by Mark Bell
Being Diffrent
Look at me father
I'm here to impress
I am your son wearing
A sweet pretty pink dress
Look at me father
My girl friend is of different race
I can see I shame you
It's etched all over your face
Look at me father
This is not about you
Maybe I am the cuckoo
Over the nest I once flew
Look at me father
and radically accept
I am what I am
I'm a one hundred per cent
Bet
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