They step on my shoes,
marking the clean whiteness with dirt.
making me feel low.
They keep stepping on my shoes.
They step on my shoes,
pummeling me down.
thinking they finally got me,
They keep stepping on my shoes.
They step on my shoes,
with anger-filled smiles.
not thinking of those who watch,
They keep stepping on my shoes.
They kept stepping on my shoes,
so I stepped up,
and dusted my shoes,
stepped on theirs,
to show I am strong too.
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