When I was little, I use to make up songs and sing them in the hallways.

I use to curve my feet inward and walk pigeon toed.

The teachers may have thought I was a strange child.

Unusual

they might have said.

But I was pushed far back into their mind.

However,

I still remember them,

telling me not to walk pigeon toed or I might break my feet.

Questioning what I was singing about

only to have confusion clearly writen on their faces.

Strange child

they might have said.

But I remembered them,

even when I was little walking intentionally pigeon toed,

singing in the hallways.