Literature
We Are The Outsiders
we are not misfits, we are not unkept or unwanted
nor are we the slackers, the under-achievers, nor the unknown
we are the Outsiders.
waiting for that first taste of freedom
from the choking constriction of the concrete city.
are eyes, glances of into two places
Upwards, toward the sky, the future
or at the ground, glaring at are shoes with the malice of today.
We are nomads, driving down the pitch black stretch of highway
are arms, are wings, stretching out the open windows, the wind caressing are open palms
believing for once, that we could really take flight,
leaving this chocking, concrete world behind.
Are most precious asset