Outsiders No More!
What is that? Standing in that box, alone and all afraid,
Is it alive? Is it breathing? The outsider society has made.
What happens if sunshine touches it? Will it melt away?
Will it fall beneath the cracks; please-- there is where it will stay.
I want to reach out and help it but I still don’t know what to say,
“Please come join me in my solitude, this is where you can stay,
I live alone secluded; introverted.” But wait—am I an outsider too?
This question, what is its value? Should it really matter to you?
Why aren’t you part of this circle? You are the link that makes us whole,
But their words and glares are deafening, placing a wall between our souls.
I am the pick and you are the axe, chipping at it we will begin,
We’ll make ourselves a window, on the outside looking in.
2007-03-02
11:49:10
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SarangHaeyo
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