I walk down the street
and people stare.
I enter a store,
people laugh
and point.
I try to smile and say hi,
but it's hard.
They put me down
because I'm wrong
and they're right.
One mistake
and now...
I'm an outcast.
YOU ARE READING
When Tomorrow Comes
AcakThis is a vary spiritual poem book made by Shirley White~ I do not own any of theses poems nor the amazing~ness of it. I'm just here to past it along~ so every one can see the true things about the 1969's.
