Men so quick
to point the finger.
When, they share equal
guilt.
In the alleged crime as well.
We're poster children
The few who got branded.
A scarlet letter,curse.
Many share.
But few wear.
Every white sheep,
is matched up with a black one.
To keep the flock in balance.
There are more of us.
Hidden in your slipping eyesight.
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
Men so quick
to point the finger.
When, they share equal
guilt.
In the alleged crime as well.
We're poster children
The few who got branded.
A scarlet letter,curse.
Many share.
But few wear.
Every white sheep,
is matched up with a black one.
To keep the flock in balance.
There are more of us.
Hidden in your slipping eyesight.
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