barefoot on a summer night
we ran until the bottom of our
feet bled and all the other
cool kids
on the block respected us.
That night we gained
street cred.
Mama warned me about
the street kids,
don't lend them your bike
because you'll never see
it again.
I rebelled and
gave in
and haven't seen
it since.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice little poemm. Reminds me of the time when I was a kid