I'm just writing this poem as I go, so it might not be too amazing, but still. I appreciate any reviews and any corrections anyone has to offer!
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I see the people crowding around,
A life for a life, a frown for a frown-
They are fighting, that much I can see,
But I have a feeling they're fighting for me.
Why are they fighting? I gulp as I enter
The circle of people, moving into the center.
In the center of a circle a fight is taking place
Because of me and my different race.
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Wow. This poem took a really strange turn. I didn't even include the lines that I wanted to include. It isn't that great, either. Please help.
-Macs
p.s. I just edited. Thank you, Dark Angel!
