A morningful poem about how society see’s an outsider.
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In the air I catch a wiff of her blunt
In dispear they cal us the cunts
smoking day and night
not a soul in site
We are the blinded youth
That can speak the truth
The hothly night sky gives everescence in our eyes
With colors so deep
No wounder why we couldn’t sleep
As the bus drives by and the stench fills the air
Bob Marley touches our ears
Golden men open the gait and send out spears
Cought and struck amy was
She fought with fear and was pickled by tears
I coudn’t help but stand so near
Her cry fro help only told me to whelp
My cigagrettes burnt out as my hope vanished
dissappear my foul friends as I raze you all
her words crossed my ears as it brought back more tears to dissappear
And yet in t he end I stand beside her
Not as one But as a outsider!
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