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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