With pink hair, and standing on two legs, hell even maybe having a drink at a posh party
Yet Justina, you and I know how those that see these elephants are segregated
For the world deems elephants have a trunk and four legs
How long will it be before we run out of such fanciful imagination
As society falls prey and comply to such dreary and dull compliances
Dyslexia need not be a crutch, and the society knows it well
It just seems to have forgotten the human side requires variations too
So Ms Taylor, when you say a prayer for these so called anomalies
Know I shall join you wholeheartedly with folded hands
And like your pencils render the canvas into effervescence
May the rest of the folks feel inclusive to those they demean
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