Stay Gold Poem From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Anyone who thinks they can tear you down.” For a moment, I can’t breathe. “You don’t have to protect me from words.” “Yes, I do.” “Damian....” He steps closer, voice softer now. “You’ve already been through enough. I won’t let them drag you through the mud again.” “I’m not porcelain.” “No,” he says, “you’re gold and they keep trying to tarnish you.” The line hits too close to my heart. I look away. The doorbell rings. My stomach lurches.

The silence stretched like a held breath. Every person in the ballroom leaned forward, waiting for my response to Allen's ugly words. The chandelier light felt too bright. Too exposing. I could run. Hide. Pretend this wasn't happening. Instead, I straightened my spine and let ice fill my veins. "Gold digger?" My voice cut through the silence like a blade. "No, Allen. I am the gold maker." The crowd gasped. Whispers rippled through the room, but I wasn't finished.

And those filthy bastards took it—along with my gold. A slow exhale escapes my lips, but inside, I am seething. “They messed with the wrong person.” My voice is a whisper in the empty hut, my hands balling into fists. “I might have been dumb, but I’m not weak. It’s my strength that’s kept me alive this long.”

I say absentmindedly, “Verdant is beautiful.” The old man hummed at me, leaning against his steering stick, “'mm, ye could say that there but no one would agree with ye. It be not a shame that there we be covered by mist. It be a blessin' in disguise! Verdant's a 'idden gold mine.” “What do you mean by that?” Auster asked, giving me a small nod. I immediately understood what he was trying to do. “Do you mean there’s treasure here that you wanted to hide from the rest of the world?”

There was no use in saying that wasn't his idea. He could almost see the greed reflecting in the eyes around him. Bolder and brighter than the captain’s own, who had learned to shield his gaze from betraying him. Gold. The downfall of every person he'd known in his life. Yet, the siren call was too strong, and even he had the yearning for it. But in his case, goodness might be bought with it. Maybe, just maybe, he could stop one other youngster like himself, fall prey to the hardships and unscrupulous people in the world.

“You’re just like me. You crave the death and destruction you bring. Setting some hounds loose on those men, do you think normal men could do that? You can never run away from who you truly are.” “Who am I? You don’t even know who I am. Those people deserved to die, and in the worst possible way ever. I kill because they deserve it. You kill just for the fun of it. We can never be the same. That isn’t even why I’m here, so let’s save the talk for later. Where’s my mother?” “Where’s my gold?” “Oh, you mean the gold your boss stole and gave to you? That gold? If that’s the case, you won’t get it until you return Sofia.”

he growled coldly and placed one arm on the window and one hand on the steering wheel. He annoyingly drove. "Then don't! If you don't want to talk, fine. What are you, a gold?" I whispered softly. Upsetting! Since we were in the car he still heard that. He caught my eye. Because he was feeling gold, he didn’t really speak. I also didn’t speak because I was f-feeling diamond! I glanced to the driver who's feeling gold. He was also looking at me too. I looked around, it looked like we were in the market.

"Now that the evidence is right here, what do you have to say for yourself? Lowlifes like you truly disgust me!" I froze because I had no idea how that bracelet had ended up in my pocket. Under the light, the pattern on it was clear. It was Dian's gold bracelet. Jonathan looked down at me, his eyes full of malice. "People with sticky fingers have filthy minds, too. I heard from some girls in high school that you didn't just steal money. You stole underwear, too! How vile can you get?" He scoffed. "To think they called you a model student back then. Looks like you are just a negative model."