There is a man walking in the rain
Looking in every building he passes
Hoping to belong somewhere
But being kicked out of every place he goes
And where he is accepted
He is abused
Not in a nasty way
But the way he shouldn’t be
As the man walks he says to himself
“I’m a waste”
And he wishes for the day when he can be accepted
Though it never comes
But as he stumbles and falls
Someone comes to his rescue
A man in bright clothes and shining in radiance
The sad man falls into his hands weak and brittle
Because of how he has been tortured
And he breathes his final breaths
Falling into a deep sleep
Then the bright shiny man whispers into his ear
“It’s okay, welcome home”.

by DeMarcus, 5th grade

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