Walk A Mile In My Shoes
What plunder
Walk two moons and a September
in these embroidered Sandals
walk past city lines
into populations that look like pre-baked cake mix
One tone,
mean and heavy
wander to a place where grown men
carry kiddy nicknames so that they can make it home for supper
without facing obstacles shaped like Glocks
and reek of mistaken, misaimed, misguided vengeance
where women dye their hair blond
and carry ornaments of religiousness
they don’t follow
memorize the phrases
and study the scriptures
because on good days
there’s only one pop quiz,
"Sir with the sandals,
On the 45th page,
what does God say?"
and don’t you dare stutter,
because you still have
a moon and a September
to prepare for.