You wonder why I'm
Dressed like this.
Why my
white shirt is wrinkled
Torn and splattered with mud
Not carefully washed and ironed
Like yours?
You wonder why
I carry my life on my back
Like a turtle,
Why I chose this
(If I even chose it)
Or how I became like
this.
You see my shoes
They were white
The laces were once new
The soles were not worn
And as you are watching me
I say,
“Don't judge a person until you have walked a mile in their shoes.”
Dressed like this.
Why my
white shirt is wrinkled
Torn and splattered with mud
Not carefully washed and ironed
Like yours?
You wonder why
I carry my life on my back
Like a turtle,
Why I chose this
(If I even chose it)
Or how I became like
this.
You see my shoes
They were white
The laces were once new
The soles were not worn
And as you are watching me
I say,
“Don't judge a person until you have walked a mile in their shoes.”
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