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Dragon
The flame on your tail,
The wings on your back,
Even the hair you lack.
People see you as different,
They don't let you take pride,
Because of what's on the outside.
If people just looked past,
The look on your face,
The world might be a better place.
If people heard past your tounge,
The difference in the way you speak,
They may not think of you as weak.
Deep down inside, my friend,
You are no different from who we are.
They don't see it, because you come from afar.
The poem is actually about a homeless guy i once knew, he was so cool. He was part gypsy and other european nationalities. He was from the Czech replic. I miss him, he went through so much, but always made me laugh.
so you like dragons too, i take it?peace.nice poem.