Clown BoyA Poem by VoiceClown Boy Little boy Who loved to think He liked Barbies And the color pink -------------------- Dresses were pretty Makeup was cool He didn’t get along With other boys at school -------------------- He walked around Lips and nails painted The nuns told his parents His soul was tainted -------------------- Poor little boy They called him clown But he never once Let it get him down -------------------- Until that oh So fateful day When the boys Came around to play -------------------- They laughed and squealed With deviant joy He was now Their new play toy -------------------- Smear on lipstick Force on skirt Take some pictures Push in dirt -------------------- Then they held up a mirror So he could see What they had always Made him out to be -------------------- Poor little clown boy They thought he’d be fine But he went home and killed himself At the age of nine ---------------------------------------------------------- © 2014 VoiceFeatured Review
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