Cri
This beautiful blue girl
Wanted to be a yellow boy
So he gave it a whirl
Hoping to bring him great joy
Your family will support you through
No matter what you choose
They taught you to be you
Reinvent yourself and never lose
So this beautiful yellow boy
Became fully yellow
How did it destroy
Your fellow fellow
It didn’t
They’re just fine
A little resistant
But they won’t cross your line
He goes by Cri
It’s short for Crimson
Blood poured into this life
You just have to listen
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DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!
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