Socks On Concrete

Running through the streets

I feel so free

Until I am beat

How could I not see?

Those days long behind me

Soft like a dream

Now I finally see who I want to be

Free, to sow up their seems

So that they may run, free.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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