Born This Way Poem by Tex T Sarnie

As a small boy he enjoyed playing the fool,
loved dressing up and going to school.
He was taught piano and acoustic guitar,
and dreamed of being a rock ‘n' roll star.

He was born a pretty boy with golden hair,
his charm and looks got him everywhere.
Older women used to flatter him tirelessly,
and he took advantage of their hospitality.

But he was a punch-bag for bully-boy's fists,
they didn't like pretty boys who took a risk.
Besides two black eyes and a bloodied nose,
always looked better, on boys that posed.

The boys that admired him wouldn't openly say,
that they liked pretty boys to behave that way.
There was no denying, he knew he was different,
and that he wasn't a monster with evil intent.

He could not help standing out from the rest,
by the way he spoke, stood, and dressed.
Inside his heart, he felt that nothing was wrong,
with him loving the limelight, dance, and song.

His mother told him that being a pretty boy was fine,
but his daddy didn't agree and said he was out-of-line.
Boys are supposed to become men, and do macho things,
they shouldn't be pretty, with powder-puff skins.

Well, it's been tough, and now he's finally grown into a man,
he still stands out from the crowd, but don't give a damn.
This is how he was born, and the way he was meant to be.
An effeminate man of modern times, most naturally.