Tomboy

She's boy-girl butch
Her chinos and a shirt
So strong and proud
No trace of dust or dirt
And every day
In park at early dawn
No place to stay
From family she is torn
A real misfit
With nowhere to belong
She's used to it
Been told that she is wrong
Stay safe and strong
While you are sleeping rough
Oh boy-girl life
Means you need to be tough

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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