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[enter the punk] Walking outside, My nails in black, My hair a mess, And oh so sad. They stare, They gaze, They glare, And they haze. [enter the bohemian] Walking outside, My hair combed neat, My headband on, And Me Smoking my **** They stare, They gaze, They glare, And they judge me without compare. [enter the muslim] Walking outside, My face concealed, My body hidden, And me heading to Mosque. They stare, They gaze, They glare, And they spit on my prayers. [enter the free-thinker] Walking outside, My heart on my sleeve, My opinion my own, And my choices my own. They stare, I don't care. The gaze, I don't give them the time of day. The glare, I don't acknowledge that they are there.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
Walking Outside
[enter the punk] Walking outside, My nails in black, My hair a mess, And oh so sad. They stare, They gaze, They glare, And they haze. [enter the bohemian] Walking outside, My hair combed neat, My headband on, And Me Smoking my **** They stare, They gaze, They glare, And they judge me without compare. [enter the muslim] Walking outside, My face concealed, My body hidden, And me heading to Mosque. They stare, They gaze, They glare, And they spit on my prayers. [enter the free-thinker] Walking outside, My heart on my sleeve, My opinion my own, And my choices my own. They stare, I don't care. The gaze, I don't give them the time of day. The glare, I don't acknowledge that they are there.
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VirtualKrow97
21/M/Monroe, NH
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
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