In My Shoes

July 2, 2010
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


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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