Holes in My Socks
4 min readJul 12, 2019
The echoes of poverty haunt me long after my escape.
I remember the first time my peers and I were asked to remove their shoes in gym class for some activity that inexplicably required such. While the other children excitedly flung off their little sneakers, I inched toward the back of the gym and slouched against the wall. My gym teacher asked me what was wrong.
