Written for https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/words-and-pictures-poetry-challenge-2/comment-page-1/#comment-121606

The Man

I look at the man who walks with a limp 
I don’t think he’s pretty, he’s big like a blimp. 
I can’t help but follow the things that he does 
He isn’t like papa, his face filled with fuzz. 

The man over there has clothes on his cart 
he moves very slow, if he even can start 
I don’t think I like it, I’m nervous, a shrimp 
I look at the man who walks with a limp 

I bet he is harmless, maybe part nice 
but what if he has a head full of lice? 
I feel sort of bad, thinking just like a wimp. 
I don’t think he’s pretty, he’s big like a blimp. 

I’ll try to stop staring right at that man 
He probably does all the things that he can 
to live a good live, his hair cut in a buzz 
I can’t help but follow the things that he does 

I feel kind of bad that I stare like I do 
I try to look down like I’m tying my shoe. 
He is just a man, born like another man was 
He isn’t like papa, his face filled with fuzz. 

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