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New Shoes


I have new shoes. 

They were my cousin's and then my sister's, and now they're mine. 

They may not light up or clack or shine 

And you won't find them on TV or ads 

But if you ask me

They don't scuff. 

Because they take the hard stuff, they take the abuse. 

They know like I know that I'm worn already. 

I've walked miles but these shoes 

They've trekked across the world 

Felt the grass on every lawn 

Outran a race or two 

They're not new shoes 

And I 

I like them shoes that have a little character. 

And these shoes ain't on nobody else's feet. 

At least I'm not walkin' bare 

I've got a roof over my head and a warm bed and 

Even if my food ain't as hot as I wish 

And I don't got friends 

I'm not selfish. 

Because I got new shoes. 

They got soles and I got a soul 

Two of the same 

They're a little rough around the edges 

And they came from two other people 

But I, I'm the same. 

So these shoes and me, us three

We'll do just fine walking these streets 

Strolling through life 

With a grand world view 

And my brand new shoes. 

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TheRumBook

Hi all! I'm Sophie, but my favorite person/creative writing teacher says that I MUST go by the name "Soflow" when I do spoken word... Yes, "flow," not "flo," as in South Florida, though I do abide there. Anyway, I've written some awful junk (I can tell you that!) all my life, but now that I'm a high school senior, it's pretty good, in my opinion. I'll explain myself the same way I do on Wattpad (username iMunsterCookiez because I made it eons ago): The Rum Book is a real thing in my life, and as a journal it's beautiful. It literally stands for something I can put anything and everything into, yet the beauty of it is that it is welcome to others and their sentiments. If anything I write offends you, you're more than welcome to lecture me. Argue me. Standing up is one thing that keeps us all alive, so by all means show me a piece of yourself. Unless you're telling me that you're righter than I am. In that case, go screw yourself.

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