Outsider Poem by Jerrell Frazier
Outsider
people look at me like im a outcast
sometimes they look at me like a piece of trash
some even pick on me and say my family has no cash
im just an outsider, an outcast, but ppl dont know my past
im tired of being pushed and passed around
but what can i do im just a kid i tell i'll just get pound
so imma ignore all of their sounds and maybe they will
get tired of hounding me down
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