G- Street Corner
By hannahpeaseuk
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Look at him
Sitting on the step
Sitting where he laid the night before
It was cold last night
Bitter winds blew
Down onto him
Where he lay
He's just sitting
On the street corner
Look at him sitting
Wrapped up in his blanket
Alone-
Cos he's alone
Nobody touches him
Brushes him
Nears him
Cos he's different
Left alone
Glared at
Hated
Wronged
And because of the fact that somebody wronged him
He is thought to be wrong
And because of this
People hate him
Their hatred is misdirected though
But their ignorance
Won't let them see
Him
The real him
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