Blackened Feet

Blackened and hardened and faded feet and hands and minds. Because that is how success stories are made.

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Blackened feet
With no mom to scrub them clean when I get back
Blackened feet
With no friends to share why they are that black

Blackened feet
With no earth beneath them to claim of my own
Blackened feet
With no warm shelter for them I'd call a home

Blackened feet
With my feetprint slowly waning through the dirt
Blackened feet
With my wounds and scars that do no longer hurt

Blackened feet
With the skin around them feeling as if it's not mine
Blackened feet
With really nothing about me that makes them divine

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