I'm wearing a
pair of shoes to
my brother's
jazz concert.
they're a light brown,
with an inch-yall heel,
and they sit a little
too loose in the back.
a year ago I
wore these shoes
to a wedding,
my aunt's.
I wore these shoes
with a reddish pink dress
and my hair in a
slick back braid.
I'm wearing these shoes
with leggings, and
a green tee-shirt
that my mom gave me.
I wore these shoes
with 23 scars on my
left arm, able to say
I tripped and fell.
it's funny how day by day,
nothing changes,
but when you look back a year,
everything has changed.
- Author: Madds (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 24th, 2024 15:57
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
Comments1
Sad poem. Those 23 scars on your left arm hurt this reader. I hope time is kind and those scars healing and the future gets brighter.
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