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We had to write a poem about our hero in english class and this was mine.
Voice so loud, girls listening all around
Behind the scenes they talk
Ripping everything, even the way he walks.
You claim he is gay (Like it is wrong)
But his music continues to play
The scraps of paper in his tiny pocket
Become the songs that get me through the day
During the last years the hair was changed
The clothes were rearranged and though struggles were met
Yet there wasn't a tear shed from someone who walks as if he is Humanoid
Speaks as if he is an alien
Girl or Boy? the question to many is Automatic.
But with a mirror image by his side.
He screams out into the night with nothing a mic.
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