Me at a glance
I see the stares in the schoolhalls
everyday going to class,
They're unique in how they look,
act, react, speak,
Pass by an unknown and began
to assess appearence,
insignificant short stature with
scrawny bones and rough hair,
big nose, cheap clothes
that get him through the week,
he ask for food sometimes
whenever he speak,
secretly athletic and very poetic
when its music and rhetoric,
me at a glance when you assume
the less of things that's best.
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