PT – Dissimilar

He is abhorred, for being dissimilar.

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A PASTICHE OF THE CAGED BIRD BY MAYA ANGELOU


When a man known by all walks
through bustling streets
with his head held high,
all eyes are on him
and with each step, each stride,
he passes everything by.

But when a man of discrimination lingers
on a hectic boulevard
with his head hanging low,
all eyes are on him
and with each step, each stride,
he feels like a foot below.

The man cries for mercy,
with a touch of desperation,
hoping to be freed,
from discrimination.
But his cries are ignored
for this man is peculiar,
and is abhorred,
for being dissimilar.

The known man thinks of what the future may hold,
and the buzzing cars running across dim roads.
And the swaying buildings spread across tenebrous land,
and he wishes he could experience it all firsthand.

But the loathed man thinks of how to get out,
out of this amiss prejudice.
Because with each step, each stride,
he feels like a foot below.

The man cries for mercy,
with a touch of desperation,
hoping to be freed,
from discrimination.
But his cries are ignored,
for this man is peculiar,
and is abhorred,
for being dissimilar.


short note;

so just like what’s written at the start of this post, this is a PASTICHE, which is somewhat like an imitation of another writer’s work. but instead of it being seen as mocking or insulting, it’s out of respect and admiration. this was a writing task set by my teacher, and i alone didn’t make this (my best friend gave me some interesting ideas) so i don’t take all the credit. i hope you guys will send some positive feedback? tell me if i need to improve (:

send me an e-mail at: parklights21@gmail.com

– mia

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