Outcast, by Rose Oliver
This is not my home.
No boundaries contain me,
I go where I’m not wanted,
wipe my feet on the
the unwelcome mat.
by greenfirewriterseditor | Nov 10, 2018 | Fired Up! Poetry, Fired Up! Writing | 0
This is not my home.
No boundaries contain me,
I go where I’m not wanted,
wipe my feet on the
the unwelcome mat.