He fed himself on kitchen scrapes,which he took from the gutters
Kids looked at him in horror,small ones clinched to their mothers' skirts
He longed to touch one of them and tell him that he was harmless
The desire was strong but fear and shame were the better side
Because he was a reject
Yes he was foul smelling,his clothes dark with dirt and sweat and flies
playing with him all day long.But he knew he was not responsible, for
soap was too much a luxury for him.He thought himself scary and
went to a shop window.He scrutinised himself but found nothing
sinister or amiss.It was only because he was a reject
He was sitting in the park, jovially playing with small ones
when he was grabbed from behind and was thrust into a prison
He cried but no one heard him and if they did, dared not to help him
The policemen hit him until blood started precipitating from his nose
The next morning he was left in the desert.
He watched in horror as
the police van drove away,clouds of dust making it invisible.Oh yes it
was invisible but he was not.He tried to move but power and will left him
He sank on the hard backed hot sand,the afternoon sun hitting his
bald head.He smiled peaceful as death crawled upon him.Still one
question remained which troubled him.Why were they doing this to him
I would have answered,BECAUSE YOU ARE A REJECT
By Tatenda Makichi
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The Reject
Teen FictionA man is rejected from the society.This poem explores how the community is often harsh to some individuals.Based on practical things.ENJOY