Read Poem: BOOTS, by Stephon Void

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How can we pull ourselves by our own bootstraps if we don’t have a pair of boots?
We spent our time trying to make the boots, while one group has them custom made for them.
We raise the cattle, tan the hide, mold the rubber, and shape the wood.
We make the patterns, create the thread.
We craft the perfect pair and shine them up real nice.
When we finally get to try our boots on, you change the rules and take them back. That’s why we march.
That’s why we protest.
That’s why we’re angry.
We want to tie our own boots.
We want to wear them proudly.
We want to contribute to society equally.
We want to run the race and try hard without stumbling blocks and obstacles.
Stop withholding resources and telling us to try harder.
Stop playing games with us.
Give us our boots.

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