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The albino,
Walked amongst his family, or what he thought was his family
Was leered at and fretted over, and pushed around and crushed
The albino
Fetishized and deified
But envied and bullied
The albino
Poked and prodded like a circus bear- everyone wanted a piece of him
The albino
Scared of the loud sounds of the rougher folk.
Their howls, their laughs, invading his delicate mind
The albino
Like a deer in the headlights of these coarser people
Can't get his mind right, can't steady himself in his truth.
Maybe my truth is wrong after all, He thought.
The albino
Didn't forsee the hate his own cousins had for him, didn't realise their instincts
The albino
Doesn't see a future for those like him- those delicate, sentimental folk
Where he was once thought cute and desirable,
He is now thought impractical and indulgent
The albino
Feels stupid now, hates his nature, hates his soul
The albino
Will he ever feel peace,
Will he ever once again feel at home?
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