Stranger (2004) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez
Stranger (2004)
I was born with a body of feathers
what ever happens to me never really matters
everytime I get hurt I loose a feather
as the years go by I continue to scatter
Everyone looks at me and my missing feathers
Life continues to leave me; a sickness under the weather
Now it comes to the final day of my last feather....
I lie naked as the world starts to see
as they did they will never let me be....
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