Running Free
The sun shone hot and bright
on the field stretched large before him,
The urge was uncontrollable,
The desire undeniable,
the sounds of other children
who were playing at their games
became muted in his brain
as he stared outat the grass.
Briefly, he considered what would happen
If discovered,
there would be a price to pay
if his teachers were to see him,
Slowly, he removed his socks,
put them deep inside his shoes,
then he took off running, running,
free across the field!
The excitement spilled into his veins
As he ran like a Kalenjin,
sprinting as an African,
barefoot across the field!
The wind blowing in his face,
kindred spirits with him whispered,
“Run, child, run as fast as you can!
We are the best runners of the world!”
— a poem for Zakiah, after he got in trouble at school for running barefoot across a field
2-29-2016
Doctor Grandma 
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