My Feet

Feet
by Ana
My feet that let me run,
My feet that hold me up,
My feet that don’t have to worry
about looking too chubby,
being too smart,
too wimpy,
are the best part of me.
Nobody judges feet,
so my feet can do what they want
and look however.
Feet can not be bad.
They get noticed by my mom
who tells me that they’re just as big as hers.
But that is not a bad thing.
No blame goes to feet.
If I get tired of walking,
it is because my legs aren’t strong enough.
My ankles have problems.
My feet are like gods among mortals.
Surrounded by problems,
they are amazing.