Author Laurence Overmire A freak was born in Bethlehem. His skin had no color. So people couldn’t tell if they were supposed to love him or hate him. (Previously published in Barbaric Yawp, Sept. '99, Vol 3, Issue 3) Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments