Cauliflower boy

Cauliflower boy.
Why do they laugh?
You are delicate, whiter than snow.
Difference is good, Cauliflower boy!
Yet he still hides away.

They’ll live up to see!
Nobody did.
“Why me?”
He wonders aloud.
That Cauliflower boy, oh so alone.

Everything is damaged.
Walking in.
So ugly.
So sensitive and weak, yet pushing to

That Cauliflower boy, once full of dread.
This chapter must not end just yet.

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