I’m From Feet Running

I am from loud Friday nights.

I am from stinging, hurtful mornings

where I’ve seen my dad enraged.

But I never knew what I did wrong.

I am from dark rooms and cold cloth.

This is my father’s choice.

I am from a lot of fast footsteps,

running from my problems.

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