David Joel Rodriguez


Stranger (2004) - Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010



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