His hair was
l
o
n
g
and
g
r
e
a
s
y.

His teeth could use a brush.

His clothes was old and tattered.

From the outside he looked quite dangerous.

His face was scratched and *****.

He looked hungry and thirsty.

But no one knew that he was a genius,
because they had judged him on being homeless.

His mind worked fast,
but all people thought was that he was an outcast.

And no one even wanted to talk with him,
because we people judge on what we see.

But if only we could forget
that money,
does not make you a wealthy
somebody.