My greatest wish
Is for the ground to be
Wet cement
So that I wouldn't have to try
Very hard, at least
To make a mark on this world.
And yet my feet still
Carry themselves
With the stories in my mind
The stories of my ancestors
And the stories I've collected
From each person I've met with
Only to fall flat
On a black piece of pavement
For I'd need
Burning, melting coals
Of intelligence
Wit
Talent
Fortitude
To leave the imprint of my foot
For the rest of the world to see
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