Between the world and hard place stands,
I boy who understands,
The way a wry and wicked aunt,
Deceived that she was good.
Each day she'd call me ugly,
Described my face as odd,
And bashed me with a slipper,
Convinced me i was bad.
One day she tried to hurt me,
I swear she almost did,
But skilfully I ran away,
Into the bush I hid.
Now she is so behind me,
Out of my worthy thoughts,
She's but a pinpoint size to me,
An element worth nought.
My new life is so good now,
With love on every side,
The cage I used to call a home,
Is now to be my pride.
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