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    dots Submission Name: The Unknown Guydots
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    Author: josymanthegreat
    ASL Info:    21/m/GA from Puerto Rico
    Elite Ratio:    4.73 - 337/364/104
    Words: 217
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 873
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
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    Description:
       This is a poem from me to the class of 06 from Riverdale High... it applies to all the unknowns that in the end they find out that they belong... Im going to miss all of them... hell I already do


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    dotsThe Unknown Guydots
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    He walks around everyday,
    walks the halls, to the class, to the bus day by day,
    Looks around for maybe just someone to say hey,
    The more he hopes the less he gets and slowly it creeps away,
    All throughout the year he has only been thinking of May,
    So he can graduate,
    He feels all the rage, denied out of place, too tired to chase,
    Hoping that everything goes fast so he can start all over again,
    To forget that in high school his life just seemed plain,
    Pain was the only gain.

    So finally the long awaited day comes,
    Exited he gets ready, he so happy he runs out of home,
    but just as things are better it hits him as hard as a stone,
    That this is what he is, that he'll miss walking down the hall,
    Seeing those same people everyday, so he goes and breaks down,
    For the next couple of days, he just walks like a zombie around,
    His face staying down, hoping that when he looks up everything is still there.

    So finally the unknown guy figures out that he does belong,
    that even if he didn't feel it, he was in all along,
    for so much time being so wrong,
    He realizes where home... really is.




    Submitted on 2006-05-08 13:16:59     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I have felt like this many times. There have been times when I do find myself surrounded by people and still I feel alone. I don't know if you have ever read The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. I feel like Pecola, always walkiing with my head down. Not caring to look up because I know that when I do nothing will have changed. I have a lot more to say but right now I don't have the time. I hope that I will find the time later. Until then thank you for the wonderful read.
    | Posted on 2006-05-08 00:00:00 | by Katrinagolden | [ Reply to This ]


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