Old Enough

The hottest sun, touches every star in the sky

I felt that sun tell me how to dust the dirt off my pants

In the summer when my shoes would get holes in the toes

Those summers, those shoes

I have outgrown them if they ever were mine

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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