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We have never met,
But you see me and judge.
We have not spoken
But you look at me
With hateful eyes.
What have I done
To make you look at me so?
No words or lies
Nor sticks or stones.
But with just a glance,
You judge.
And I am unwillingly placed
In a box. A category.
I am unable to halt this process.
For what am I to do
To curb the workings
Of another's mind?
The corrupted thoughts.
The twisted creepers
Ever pondering
Vagabonds of the mind.
So now I sit
With the others
You have judged so carelessly,
My first impression.
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Amy Megsin
My name is Amanda. I am 20 year old Canadian, who tends to see things in a slightly different light than others. My poetry and writing bring out the side of myself which is normally tucked away, due to society's training. Without my writing, I would have no outlet, and therefore, would soon cease to be.
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Murali Krishnan | May 20th, 2004
wat i like most is that I cannot disagree on the subject... all u're stuff i've read so far makes me nod my head in silence and whisper ' true...'
Amanda, even if we are never Friends, Do me a favor, Never Stop Writing, Please,. gene Gene Winston Owens, Sr. | Jul 7th, 2004
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