Near the Dog House

by September 14, 2016 0 comments

Describing and transcribing the life of an exile makes one feel all ways but well
The sting of a quill carries the charisma of a hill
We clamor in the maze of hallways
Interconnected, but from society rejected
Looked down upon, sprayed and unpaid, the enclave is frowned upon
We pervade the yard
Step on us.

– Cade Williams

editors note:

Don’t eliminate. Integrate. We all crawl the same hill, after all. – mh clay

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