Cobbler
Five foot two- can't fill those shoes
You never knew the pain they put me through
Five foot three- can't find real me
You say I'm my own, but never felt free
Five foot four- s'you I adore
You tell me that's not what shoes are meant for
Fife foot five- Finely alive
I'll make my own shoes so that I can fly
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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