Footsteps of my childhood, unfaltering, nimble and full of vitality.
Unconcerned with the labels that clothes its form.
Alive with the purpose to conquer the city.
Dark and beautiful in its purest form.
This feet would discover pitfalls of running unprotected in muddy waters.
It would feel the graze of sharp obstacles as they arose to stop its momentum.
Caution would be a lesson, hard learnt on the streets.
Scars would be crossroads to achievements well-worn with pride.
This feet of mine would be tamed from the enclosures bristling with pricks.
But for now they were unfaltering, nimble and full of vitality.
Driven by non nonchalance, unperturbed by direction.
Danger signals they could not read, every journey was an adventure begging to be conquered.
Color Blind....strong willed..........Gregarious in its soul.
In years to come they would tame this feet,
The unending cycle of societies curse would falter its peak.
Today they would run free and far.
Footsteps of my childhood ...... ..
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