Tuesday, April 20, 2010

my outsiders poem

Everyone dressed in green, while i was in yellow and black,
people were irish, and cheerful, while i was timid and mellow
i did not know their tradition or style,
i struglled to fit in im not like most of them,
they wore big fancy wigs,
and im still the same,
i felt lame,
knowing im a shame without their good luck,
children are laughing,
i just stare and wonder what they think when they take a brief look at me

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