Children with innocence are rare
Last I stood near one
It was me who was childish
Honored with my age I track my conscious
Of my sins shall I repent or shall I reveal
Unraveling the shells that I built,
Open your eyes to claudia and clive,
Sibling brewed with love
Love that is just more painful than any
Clive the eldest then came Claudia and then came Gordon
Their parents were indifferent but prompted eulogy for clive
Clive was given everything Claudia was promised
She frail as her institution, family and society failed her gender
Clive’s punch bruises her,
Her bruised when society fails clive
Gordon mere innocence watches this pain
Claudia’s blistering tears touches Gordon when she sings him to sleep
Clive promises a change and happiness returns
But keeps menacing a punch every time Claudia misbehaves
Years after Gordon enters school
He sees claudias everywhere
Once he gets cross, another Claudia is born
Gordon came to be alone.
Everyone shuts him away, doubting his fault
He walks past and mimes his friend’s behaviour
To learn social connection, learn how to behave
He learns from the best, his friends.
Changes the whole enchilada
Changes his past, present and future
But carries the weight of claudia’s tears everywhere he goes
He never hurt anyone never again
Never can Gordon change Cluaida’s doom.
Claudia always a captive in her body
A free spirt wronged, as she was born feminine
she was born with a cancer
That inches her into pain anytime she flies
Her cries unheard, unseen, she is unseen
No one ever saw Claudia as she left her cage and fled
Her free spirt remains hiding behind the walls of each home
To set the other Claudias free from their pain.
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