She don’t fit in n she don’t fit out.
She’s livin in d street.
They wonder why she’s angry.
Wouldn’t ub?
If u didn’t fit in n u didn’t fit out?
N u were livin in d street?
She talks 2 herself cos nobody else does,
n she’ll steal ur food if u don’t watch out.
Cos she don’t fit in n she don’t fit out.
She’s livin in d street.
U think she should meet ur expectations.
U think cos u tell her something it means dat she knos.
She should kno cos u know,
n u think dat everyone knos but she don’t kno.
Dare is one thing she does kno.
She don’t fit in n she don’t fit out.
She’s livin in d street
CJ 2007
By CJ
Who am I? I am different things to different people. I am a poet, a visual artist, a sculptor of found objects, and a writer. I am a bookkeeper, an office manager, an administrator and software support consultant, even a short-order cook and barista. I am a parent, a grandparent, a sibling, a cousin and a friend. I am a traveller, a technophile, a philosopher and a student of all things.