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Father’s Day poem

I have my father’s feet.

Born with them, I’m familiar to defeat.

Walking throughout all my life in 

his old worn n’ torn out shoes.

Found myself headed for the same abuse.

He’s been here before, back in his youth.

I’ve laced and tied up his shoes, 

why can’t I stop denying my truth? 

- Jezebel

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