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I Don'T Belong Here
I was born and raised here, In the hellhole, Called Monroe. I don’t belong here. That is horribly why, I have to go. I was warped here, In the Hadean eon. For what I could reckon, No apparent reason. I feel like I’m going, In circles steadily, Traveling alone. I hate this town. It did nothing , For me, But had me believe, For a very long time, That I was in a place, Where you must be A certain way to be Somebody. That I was a nobody, Going nowhere, Getting nothing, With nothing to share. I don’t belong here. I’m so disgusted, With this place. I feel like an animal, Not from the human race. I am caged, locked up, They won’t let me out, Like I’m some type, Of wild beast, With dark fur, And eyes, Gazing in doubt. I really, Really Don’t belong here. It’s so sad to say. I feel like I’m, In the prehistoric days I don’t belong, In this place. I don’t belong, In this place. I don’t belong, In the place, Where I was born, And raised. Wrote in August 2004, God brought it back to my mind, as I kept pondering today 7-31-09 on how bad I want to return to end the madness that is going on in BR, God is calling me to be a witness to people in BR, but I feel that the people who can really feel me the most are the children who are trapped in back wood Monroe.
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