Walking down the streets
Black bandana 'round my head
Skull sweater loosely fitted
Black tee to match the flow
Chains dangling to my ankles
Baggy tripps fall from my waste
Black shoes all up my legs
A chained choker 'round my neck
Black ribbons 'round my arms
Looking like I'd rip your ass
You cower as I walk and pass
Trembling lips, fear that I'll come back
Confidence, fearlessness is what you lack
Stranger falls upon my path
Lost their stuff, felt hell's wrath
I mend the broken pieces together
Wash away all rainy weather
Tell me now, if I'm such hell
Why are my actions doing so well?
Why is my caring bringing some joy?
Why did I save some little boy?
Just cause I'm in black and I walk around with chains
Doesn't mean I'm satan, doesn't mean I'm insane
I'm just as nice as everyone else here
Just give me a chance, don't shed a tear
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Gothic by individuality.
600 points, ended March 29, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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classic ofcourse
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this is great
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There's a lot of stereotyping with people who wear black. I personally can't wear black cause I'm really, really pale, but anyway. Like that you challenge the stereotype. I think it's something that as writers we should always do. Bravo!
~M~
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People should live and let live,
Clothes don't say what kind of person a person is inside Good poem good luck in the contest
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a good poem - aye just because some people dress dark it does not mean they are evil people, we all have emotions and smile and frown in life. thank you for entering and good luck.
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