They glare at us when we walk by.
They point and laugh at us.
They say things that cut us deep.
Raise your voices!
Let them hear us!
No longer shall we be scorned and hurt!
They speak their gossip in fake whispers.
They want us to hear.
They want us to hurt.
Raise your voices!
Let them hear us!
No longer shall we be scorned and hurt!
They crowd us.
They mutter about devil worship.
They tease, but they don't understand.
Raise your voices!
Let them hear us!
No longer shall we be scorned and hurt!
Stand up for yourself.
Believe in yourself.
You are not alone.
Raise your voices!
Let them hear us!
No longer shall we be scorned and hurt!
They are blind!
They are weak!
They are stupid!
So raise your voices!
Let them hear us!
You won't be scorned and hurt!
Know that, my friends.
Know that you are never alone.
There are others who understand.
I understand.
So let them hear the call of the outcasts!
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Call Of The Outcasts
PoetryThis is a poem for the outcasts in the world. The gays, emos,cutters, and loners. The misunderstood. I want them to know I understand, I am a loner, I have been scorned, I understand. This is for them.
