February 4, 2018
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When the sidewalk is too small,
there's not enough room for us all.

I walk alone. If only
the men who pour cement
thought of how lonely
I am, they could invent

a sidewalk where
I could fit in.
It's so unfair
walkways are so thin.

Maybe I am nothing but some
moss growing through the cracks of
the paths. That's what I've become,
while the people walk above?

Am I worthy of my place
on the concrete?
Do I deserve to take up space
in the tiny street?

I just want some friends
and when the day ends
walking with them is my only intent
on a wide carpet of cement.

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