If At First You Don't Succeed... Dance

In a dreamy haze like the smog in a huge city 

You drift along the sidewalks, your shoes sticking

The stench of failure takes over your nostrils

It stings your eyes and like a broken faucet they leak..

These hot tears of yours taste of salt as they burn your tongue

Who let them past your lips? They come so fast its hard to tell

Incorporations don't believe in second chances 

So you shuffle your torn converse to the next site

leaving salty tar footprints behind; they feel like lead

Dripping and sticking to your feet like weights

these left prints trying to hold you back, but instead..

You dance out of their reach

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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