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Jan 2015
I'm the one that stands out in the flock
Mocked because of my skin
Always pushed to the back
When it's feeding time
At night I'm cast out
Staring at the bright lights in the darken sky
Even if I was up there I wouldn't be seen
I tried to fit in
But it was a battle I couldn't win
Even if we baaah the same
The color of my skin could not be over looked
The way they look at me
I'm just another tree in there way
A predator they try to avoid
To them I'm the disease that killed there kin  
My company is only wanted when the wolves out smart the Shepard dog
So they try to stand behind me
Hoping the wolf will take me because of my deformity
But I'm still here
So many have gone before me
And when your all gone I'll still be here
Ready to lead the ones who's different like me
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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       ---, ryn and Santiago
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