... You think I'm mean from being alone so long well you might just be right You think you know my kind but you don't know nothing bout us I still have some pride in myself rather you know it or not Ain't nobody gotta care bout me I'm a simple man: I like my own things I keep to myself ... lost my trusting skills Have y'all figured who I am? I'm the stable hand and y'all would call me crippled I'm a simple colored man and I go by the name Crooks Explanation To Who Am I In my poem I connected the themes of isolation and loneliness to the theme of prejudice. By writing from the point of Crook...

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