Bloody feet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about overcoming the negativity others use to keep you from achieving what they see as impossible. It's about believing in yourself.

Submitted: October 28, 2012

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Submitted: October 28, 2012



Ever feel like this? ..Like your efforts are useless? Strangers invading your moments all to confuse your timeline with unnecessary deadends.

I ran the streets.. Barefoot...

Stepped on broken glass bottles and walked on water. Thats right. Rediculed in the school of long walks where hard knocks become open doors to opportunities soon to be what ruined me. A promise to be.... God. Where religion was an invention of the dope dealer.

I never cried... So that these strangers would remain as they were. As strange as I. They say dont judge a book by its cover, so if all you read is the title, then the book is a curiousity to ones philosophy on how they can possibly be on to me when in fact they stay off of me.

I dont know you, stay the fuck from round me because I walk barefoot in the streets where broken glass tickles my feet. Constantly... Running. Love me for what you dont know. Hate me because you dont know. Either way, you dont know, and thats better than knowing me and having a righteous judgement as if YOU..were God.

Nah bitch.. I am God. I can walk on water. Throw your stones at me, beat me mercilously, but watch as I walk on water.

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