in my shoes

Butterflies fly around us

Where ever we walk

My body is disorganized

From human chemical intervention

So tough to hold onto yourself

In this culture

Hard to when you care

To find rest from the burdens of others

Storms blow through and uproot you

And when you try to speak of it later

All they do is mock you from the sidelines

What to do with the anger

Are they worth the pain?

This world can be so brutal

Please do not tell me I did not see what I saw

Feel what I felt

Experience what I experienced

Or argue with me about the painful legacy it left

Really you have no right to judge

Until you walk

A mile in my shoes