Four strong corners
A perameter,
Not to be breached
A society,
Scared of what’s different,
They hide what they don’t want to see.
But rebellion pops up,
In the sun, they seem strange
They crawl from their prison
A jail,
A box of shame.
An ugly,
That was locked away
The pretty had hoped
Forever,
But they came to stay.
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