He has thick framed glasses and red curly hair.
You call him mean names...
I stand for what I say is right.
because theres nothing more real to me...
If I am Popeye,
You are my Olive Oyl...
Another poem I wrote when I was 15. It's a pretty...
**Racism...
I wrote this poem when I was like 16. I just found...
The World...
Sat by the fusty loch,
with my least favourite orange jumpsuit...
Feeling more than a little lonely,
where can I go to lift myself up...
Stand up,
Let your voice be heard...
I live my life as a stereotype.
Labels are place on me like I'm a product you can...
All you guys don't have to leave,
in time the site will be retrieved...
A rubber coated metal bench
that stands up against the wall...
Is to late to say sorry.
instead of this worry...