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I bounded down the stairs devoid of a single care. School was out and it was time to have fun. I peaked out the window to see pairs of girls with flowing hair and kids like me soaking up the sun. 
March, march, march, marching to the beat The rhythmic pounding of a hundred feet. From porch to mill, making no profits The sharp, stinging, rattle of empty pockets.
My gaze falls, and damn; It is a unique school day. I've forgot my shoes.
There was an old woman who lived in her shoes, Just held together by sewings and glues She sat on the curb line, begging for bread, Given a bagel and coffee instead   She had many children, but nowhere to go
My Converse. Black faded into grey. Splattered with pink, brown, and white. Throw them away? One day I may. But they are not just shoes to me. They took me to new hieghts. With them I walked miles.
I am not feelin’ good. Instead of staying in my sheets I will hit the streets It was a bad day But this will be a good run.  
I hate socks and shoes and all things in between that others insist I should suffocate my feet with.   Let me explain this a bit better because I don’t want to come across as bitter.
Bringing so much joy Doesn't everyone have two Smelly shoes you save
Her life, cut short, But still, I would stay, A home, ripped away, But yet I would not sway Harsh words, that cut, But I care not what they say,
If only I had more time More time to spend with you All alone on a desserted island Dreaming of you Wishing for you Feeling you My preciuos, beautiful, perfect...favorite shoe  
There's a hole in my soul and a hole in my sole It hurts when I dream and it stings when I walk   There's a mountain staring down at me   A silent letter (doubled, sixth to the end)
Through the rain, the wind and the snow; over the hills and fighting fatigue; wanting to quit but never stopping. All I will ever need to face the adversity life presents to me, is a pair of running shoes.
I'm in between waiting  for food and exictment   I'm in between waitng for my car and joy   I'm in between waiting for shoes and anxiousness   As you can see I'm waiting 
round, starry, sponge eyes, burst under spiderweb lashes. dark scrapes on the knee make war paint from life's crashes.   full, furry eyebrows, tattooed with a crayola green,
Momma taught me to tie my shoes When I was four years old. When I was five, I taught myself to untie my shoes. My feet weren’t made for shoes, I would tell momma. And she would tell me
Has anyone seen my lost pair of shoes, my black and white tennies? They once were there- but now they are not, has anyone seen my lost pair of shoes?   They must been lonely,
Finally the time has come to run Spring time is always filled with so much fun   Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.  
We are trapped,  We are lost,  We need to get out,  But we do not know where we are, We are slaves to the rich,  Lets get on the piss,  Lets charge the gates of gold, Lets break te chains,
I met a girl once twice many times.   Sitting, she swung on a swing And smiled at the clouds  she sang a song, the chorus once  twice  many times
Sneakers, gym shoes, my father call them gymmies. Nikes, Jordans, Jays ; I love them Its funny;
The clock is ticking. The world is slipping  into a state of decay.  Our parents won't see it, 
I spend my time biding by, tie my shoes, adjust my tie, i walk this square, all life seems fair a vision did i see, a vision of what I used to be how will i know i chose right?
The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, fit on my feet, like paper to glue. The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, frayed laces abound, yet I did not peruse.
How can you have the audacity to tell me to get over it? 
We change our clothes     we change our shoes         we change our faces             and see whats new. If i could change something in the world     I would make you see through the eyes of the sky
I can always tell when you're home  
Dirty Shoes. You have them, I have them. But somehow, They just don't seem that dirty.
Shoes are
I love you like crazy, and miss you times a million. But is it worth me destroying myself with sadness? Not hardly. Is it worth me thinking about my past when I’m neglectingmy whole future? Not a chance.  So, I’m done caring.
  The first time I laid eyes on you I knew we were bound to be together   You're so different from the rest I feel like you express who I am   I'm so very fortunate to have you
Hot street and my soles are melting Not a soul in sight and what a sigh of relief as my feet are on fire A stroll across the sun would be nice today.
As the smell of fresh leather prefumed the air I watch as my soulmate was being made. She had every lace I have, every curve i have, and yet she is my complete opposite
"I like curly haired women." "Black women are loud." "Why aren't you open to new experiences?" "You shouldn't wear weave." I think I have just about had it with these young black men. Who do you think you are?
You hate my heels They make me so tall Make you feel small But baby i'd walk a thousand miles barefoot just to see you smile I'd return every pair of pumps or shoe with elevation
I have a pair of shoes; they are my favorite pair. They are comfy on my feet, and go with me everywhere! They go with me to church; they go with me to school. They get lots of complements; people say your shoes how cool!
Late night thoughts, early morning stress I step out of the shower, but don't want to get dressed I don't want to walk in these shoes, how do they fit me? I like the ones that you wear, I cant help but to envy
(poems go here) The slick smooth black high heels, my weapons of choice, disguise me as a secret spy, these trusty sidekicks, two extensions of my legs, we glide around the corner,
(poems go here) The slick smooth black high heels, my weapons of choice, disguise me as a secret spy, these trusty sidekicks, two extensions of my legs, we glide around the corner,
If you could walk a mile in their shoes would you want to Take one step then take a few Look at the people who surround you Would you even understand you Are there things you'd like to undo
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful. Like new mothers, like flickering candles in dark rooms like flowers pressed into books like new shoes...
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