barefoot on a summer night
we ran until the bottom of our
feet bled and all the other
cool kids 
on the block respected us. 
That night we gained
street cred. 
Mama warned me about
the street kids, 
don't lend them your bike 
because you'll never see
it again. 
I rebelled and 
gave in 
and haven't seen 
it since.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Nice little poemm. Reminds me of the time when I was a kid