The Fellowship of the Outcasts
We are called by many names:
Nerd
Geek
Dork
Freak
Loser
Wallflower
Loner
Nobody
Faces without names,
Smiles to hids pain,
Walls to defend shaken spirits
We are nobody
Until we're the punchline of a joke
Or a target for your punch
Or someone to be put down
We are called by many names,
Except for our true names
And what we really are:
People
With thoughts
And feeling
WHO have a right to be themselves
This poem is about:
My community