View From the Sidewalk
My purpose is to be walked on
To be used
And not to be appreciated
Why don’t they see
What is beneath them
All the grime that covers me
Footprints from heels, boots, and sneakers
My body next to filth in the street
Why don’t they see
My purpose is to keep them safe
To protect them from others
And not to lead them astray
Why don’t they see
What is under their feet
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