Friday, September 7, 2012

I looked at every other child in dance class
with their clean white socks on

and stupidly stared down,
as if I didn’t remember my own dingy mismatched pair

with the left sock having that damn hole in it,
big enough for three little toes to poke through.

It wasn’t the first time
I ain’t had no good socks on my feet
and it wouldn’t be the last.

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