I am the key
that doesn't fit in the lock of society.
Like an extra piece
of a puzzle, I remain unwanted on the side.
Time ticks by,
tick tock, I hear it fly.
In a world I don't belong to, I'm a spectator, watching
through the keyhole,
forever on the sidelines.
The outsider, that's me.
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The Outsiders
PoetryA poetic account of racism in modern day society: shedding light on the situation.
