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(sooo I had to write a poem for my British literature class and my grandma gave me an idea. She said "why not make it a love poem?" So I thought "well now I know exactly who to write about.") Raisin Man I’m in love with a raisin man Whose skin is rugged, torn, ridged, and ruined Whose eyes are darker than night with no sun, no stars, no moon Whose hair has ceased to stay with his scalp. He wears red, tattered robes and a hat of maroon And the colors of American blood around his navel Which holds together the dystopia that was created when they couldn’t hold together the utopia they created. He lives in my electricity, never t