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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