The poem in the edit is;
Roles
The small boy dreamed of
small pink rose gardens and
playing with bright-eyed dolls.
He never found found the joy in
the crack of a baseball bat
or the rolling of a toy car.
Mommy and Daddy never understood
where they had gone wrong with him.
They were too focused on the debate
of blue versus pink to realize their child
was wiser at five than they were at thirty-two
Guys, in the nicest way possible, I don't care what your Gender is. Just be a good person.
If your a girl you can like pink. If your a boy you can like pink. If your anything else you can like pink. I accept everyone!
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My Life! :D
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