Cricket

A cricket on the fence

He sits

So alone

No friends

No family

No place

No home

 

Who will stand by him

When

The wind blows

Tosses him

Throws him

Hates him

Loathes

 

Where shall he run

To hide

From the prey

So accused

So black

So vulnerable

So gay

 

None shall protect

Or offer him

Creed

Not a person

Not a soul

Not no one

Just me

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