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MAN I Can Feel The CRACKS ... !!! As My Body ... LACKS ... The Youth It Once Had ... !!! When I Could Withstand Exercise Programmes .... That Worked All The Muscles That Slowly DO Crumble ... !!!
When I was young I would avoid the crack in the sidewalk I used to think I had OCD… My need to not step on cracks in sidewalks consumed me.
“Step on a crack Break your momma’s back.” That’s what they’d chant, All the kids on the block. We’d go around on tiptoes Avoiding the fractures; Like walking on glass. It meant so much to us,
Poor little thing,Your weakness lies within your strength. Presenting as a monument,So strong and assuring,No one bothered checking For those cracks in the porcelain. They saw the sculpture