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That Step

January 28, 2013
By Anonymous

I sat,
in the worn leather seats of my mom’s van,
looking out the fingerprinted windows,
and saw the man,
walking in the rain,
from the tiny place
his wife calls a house.

He was coming,
coming to get me.
But I couldn’t take that one step,
and chose not to get up,
as my brother did.

Now,
Troubled Child
in the eyes of the court,
The rules are changed.
No longer can I do what I once did:
Basketball,
Wrestling,
TV,
Music . . . .

Stolen . . . Unless,
I take that one little step . . . .



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