This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wake Forest chapter.
Walk
I have come to walk like
who I want to be,
arching up on the tips of my toes like my mother
in quick short steps when I want to be seen
slowing my stride and swaying a bit
when I want to feel strong like my father
when I want to be ignored, keeping my head down
watching my size elevens scurry
no matter how fast I walk,
no matter how many puddles I avoid, how long
my strides reach, how loud my feet smack the pavement,
I am unable to learn how to walk like me.
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