Shoes –

A man I didn’t know put shoes on my feet
yesterday I was barefoot, a man heard about my shame
the man worried, the cuts, blood, blisters, would spread across a country, won’t be shoes on his, his wife’s, his children’s feet, soon they’ll walk with me
the man kissed my feet.

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