You pick a number
from the bottom of a dark
crate.
"Human
#
thirty-two"
Three rows off to the left
two down.
The line so long.
Awaiting silent hours,
days.
Seconds in between
lasting a short
eternity.
At the end fate awaits for you
chosen by color
gender
race.
Smile or lack of on your face.
At the end
at a glace
he puts you
in
your
place.
The man
with the odd colored skin
alien eyes
sterile breath.
This stranger knows you not.
Your place
chosen by
color
gender
race.
Someday
someone
will finally brake this.
....................................................................................
I pick a number
from the bottom of a dark
crate.
"Human
#
6783109000000962000"
My place
all chosen by
color
gender
race.
Human.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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neat! ^-^
i like it. and guess what...i get it. so that totally rocks too. cause i usually got to reread poems a few times to let its greatness sink in. lol. but i got it on the first try this time. lol. say hi to the boys for me. thanks.
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Umm what place and what man? thats all i have to say
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My place in society!!! And the you know, THE MAN!!! this was a contest reserve but the contest was deleated.
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