Fantasia

His eyes run up,
Her pink stockinged thigh,
She squeals with joy!
He can hear her.
Flamboyance and height,
In a pink glitter wig,
He knows those that see her,
Might fear her.
He feels sadness,
Rise up in his heart and mind,
As injustice and violence
Move near her.
Her manicured nails,
Her glossy lips,
No longer serve,
To endear her.
‘Set her free! ‘ he thinks,
‘I’m not scared anymore! ‘
And he turns away
From the mirror.

He’ll protect her

©

Ruby Honeytip

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