Last story.. reminds me of the song from back then.
"Come to my door baby,
face is clean and shining black as night,
my parents went to answer you know you looked so fine
Now I can understand your tears and your shame,
they called you boy instead of your name.
When they wouldn't let you inside,
when they turned and said but honey he's not our kind
They said I can't see you any more baby, can't see you anymore.
One of these days I'm gonna stop my listening
gonna raise my head up high
One of these days I'm gonna raise my glistening wings and fly
but that day will have to wait for a while, baby I'm only Societies' child
When we're older things may change, but for now it is the way they must remain,
I can't see you anymore, baby......."