Little Shorts.

I run down the steps

To the middle of the street where we play.

Looking for my friends

I see two men in a car.

“Look at dem legs! Damn!”.

I stretch my shorts to cover them.

Making my body uncomfortable

Stooping my back to pull them down.

I run back inside to change.

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