Queen of Suburbia Saga: The birth

there stood the boy

the neighborhood hood

bags in hand and a smile as content

and that of a criminal and his last day

within the prison walls

a note was all they caught from the lad

"gone for my place in this life....see you in the next"

the mother could no longer hold her tears

and the father was a failure at holding his anger

they often sat in the den

sifting through photographs and melting into a mountain of denial

"my boy could never be a queen"

but his boy caught a bus to the nearest city

it was there he painted his face

and a beautiful princess he would be

the love of every eye that laid on him

shaved his legs and painted on  ruby red lips

often how he had raided his mum's closet

in search for his own personal sugar plum fairy

his lust, his love

and thus was born

the gorgeous rebel

the queen of suburbia

away with his athletic awards

that meant nothing but gratification and satisfaction for his father dearest

all burnt in the fire that killed the boy

and spawned the revolution within the scaired adolescant...to the Queen of Suburbia

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