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All things bright and beautiful,
The fields call out her name;
Dewy raindrops, the children’s unrestrained laugh,
Glee so heavy, it pervades every breath,
Whispers softly, beckoning her closer.

Every cell within yearning so deep, to jump right in,
Hidden by veils so dark, yet unseen by the eye.
Fingers stretch out longingly, and retreat like one burnt.
Pariah in their midst
Taught to scorn right from the cradle; so they shove and shun

Outcast by society’s dictate.
Shoulders go up, indignation springs,
Refusing to bow no more
But to make a way in this cold world
Their acceptance either given or dragged out screaming