walking on earth, of which they aren't census as people existing
people living on the edge;
locked out, social outcast,
I see the fear when they walk amongst others
seems like fitting a deer in a lion's parade.
Scared to be the lunch of embarrassment,
embarrassment from mere men they consider gods.
Just hearing me compliment her,
the smile she lit on her face could smite the rays of the sun
how long has it been stored??
her stuttering were that of Moses,
am i a god?.....