Walk a mile in our shoes I guarantee you’ll feel the blues and get a gimps of the battle your bound to loose
walk a mile in our shoes and time will drag people on the outs are destined to lag
walk a mile in our shoes feel the importance of mail feel the way it warm’s up even the coldest cell
walk a mile in our shoes you will see the unseen you will find your self walking in the land of lost dreams
walk a miles in our shoes and you will come to a stop you find a sisterhood that will take you to the top
walk a mile in our shoe and your destined to win your destined to have the chance to never go back in
walk a mile in our shoes you wouldn’t change a thing take the shoes your wearing and then start comparing
similarity of the women that walked in those shoes are indeed the same women that felt that same exact blues
walk a mile in our shoes you’ll see the time that dragged is the same time we all had and those people that lagged
were the only people any of us had and the importance of mail is why we can’t fail the warmth of that cell is what keeps us from jail
the unseen remains the same no need to take on all that shame
that land of lost dreams no longer serves the rehabilitating team
we are on our way to the top because we hold the keys to our own locks
destined to win as long as we don’t run in old circles again
walk a mile in our shoe — sisters that been there.
By Steeda McGruder
Ugh, I cringed when I saw the picture of those shoes! Brings back such unpleasant memories. I like the poem, though.