This is a poem that I wrote about our favorite gang of Greasers. I just made a few minor adjustments to some parts that I was not happy with.

Disclaimer:I don't own the Outsiders.

The Outsiders

They were Greasers, alright.

They kept their shirttails untucked and their grease in their hair,

others looked down upon them, though they breathed the same air.

But there was something strange about these seven boys,

something different about their pains and their joys.

What sets these Greasers apart from the rest of their kind,

they were the only ones to be born in a place labeled "The Outside".

Always holding on to the dreams of their youth,

even while separating the lies from the truth.

While most Greasers would look at their Soc counterparts with hate or dread,

these seven looked at them with understanding eyes instead.

While there was nothing they could do about the harsh world they were thrown into,

they always had eachother to lean on through and through.

If you ever remember these boys and the dangers they survived together,

think of them not as individuals, but as one group, one gang, or one family for the better.

Because, in case you didn't know, these young men lived and breathed all for eachother.

The Outsiders...Each one earned the title "gallant".

The Outsiders...Each one faced their obstacles not hesitant, but bold.

These Outsiders... The Protector, The Sweetheart, The Baby, The Lost Puppy...

...The Joker, The Fighter, and The Hater...Will always stay gold.

Now that you know the story of these young men, you can think of them not as cold,

but as misunderstood instead.

Because of these boys, it's okay to be different.

Because of these boys, you can let the world know exactly what you see in it.

Although they're gone now, to you, they don't have to be.

If you ever want to know more about these boys, more about what their lives mean,

you can always keep them close to you, in your dreams.

Doing so will make their lives worthwhile, you know,

They will never again be told that their hopes and dreams were wrong.

Because for those who don't know,

They grew up on the outside of society.

They weren't looking for a fight.

They were looking to belong.

Please R&R. This is my first ever poem to this site. How'd you like it?