When we look at it like it looks at us,
Our big hatred will start to rust,
Sour and red it will start to escape,
Until we all are forced to scrape,
Sour our hatred, our teeth we grit,
When they look at us as another kind of it
(Side note; When I wrote this I had no idea how much it sounded like Rudyard Kipling's "We and They" poem. This my originial work and I guess its similar to his).
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PoetryThis turned out to actually be something I like, I write in here a lot and I'm thinking about making it an actual collection of poetry.
