Leather

Been stepped on so many times

my heart has turned to leather,

skin has lost is sensitivity

to the feel of pain

from every time I feel

and someone stomped on my hopes,

then tried to crushed my strength

just to beat me in race

I didn’t even know I was running.

 

But the scars have harden

there is no hurt left inside,

now I’ll wait

until those who trampled my life

end up lying down

after they have tripped over their pride.

 

That will be my turn

for seeing if their pores

can handled the heals

on my footwear

the way they made

endure theirs,

while I stroll to the finish line

they tried to keep me from reaching.