On the edge of things

Day 19 of the 30 Reblogs of November

Made of sticks and stones

On the borders,

Not a citizen,

I am the “them”

You talk about.

 

I am the stranger,

The lost, far from home.

The fleeting shadow,

The desperate plea,

 

I am ignored

You turn away.

I am your brother,

You could be me one day.

 

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