There’s the bearded lady – should we laugh or should we cry?

Everybody thinks that she’s so weird;

Is she just a man who likes to dress up as a girl?

Could she be a lady with a beard?

See the people pointing, hear the ridicule and scorn,

No-one seems to understand her plight,

Laughing at the freak on show, well worth the fifty cents

Call her names, since you have bought the right.

Look a little closer, past the feathers and the frills,

See her tears fall from mascara’d eyes,

Trapped inside this body feeling every barb and jibe,

No-one ever seems to sympathize.

If she was your sister, all alone and in her room,

Would you hold her tight and calm his fears?

Could you hold his hand, convince her all would turn out right?

Even though her genes had mad ideas.

If he was your brother could you turn and walk away?

Leave him to his brutal fate alone?

If your life is pure and you have never had a doubt

Go ahead and cast the first sharp stone.

What can you be scared of? How can she affect your life?

Change the way you think, the things you do;

Everyone on earth was born a baby in love’s arms,

Bearded ladies all need loving, too.

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