As an outcast,
I’ve learned to outlast,
Remember—
Never tethered to—
My past
From which I’m cast,
Though never outclassed.
Gone through a fast,
Came out with flying colors—
I fucking passed—
Despite doubters amassed.
You know what?
I had a goddamned blast.
Christ! I know!
How long will this last?
Go ahead, cast me out.
I’m used to that
As an outcast,
But know this:
You can cast me out,
Yet, without any doubt,
No matter how much you pout,
I won’t be counted out.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: April 25th, 2025 07:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the P.O.D. song “Outkast (New Version)”.
- Category: Unclassified
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