Beautiful Feet.

Walking the distance

miles, meters, kilometers,
boots , cornrows and blisters

heels, flats and sneakers

yellow round ball unfiltered.

Ozone layer on my dark, thick skin layers.

Hit the ground running,                                                                     
unrelenting
until my journey is complete.
Keep my eye on the prize.
Then i waver, i stumble and take detours.
Seems easy to talk the walk than to walk the talk.
But somehow you bring me back on track.





Wrong turns to trouble and illicit fun,
you restore me,
back to my truest North.
Home, where i begun.