A thrashing he was given
Not for stealing, but for wearing
Something meant for a girl.
“For your wife, sir?” asked the lady at the counter.
He smiled. Back home, he, his own wife
Caressingly wore the silver treasure
Around his ankles.
He had not meant to steal from his sister
He had only wanted to try out being a girl.
He did not know then
Neither did anyone else understand
But he did now
Transcended as he was to non-conformation.
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