A Space for Writers of the World
If you walked a mile in my shoes you would see that
my feet hurt
my feet hurt
I do this for the kid who can’t stop cutting,
for the baby boy,Who wakes up every morning without a daddy!
for the druggy who wont wake up to see tomorrow
you know the child that’s bound to be that druggy
for the one who’s sober but relapsed!
For that guy
The streets never knowing if he’ll make ends
the one you visit twice a week…
I do this for the mouth of that silent girl who won’t speak!
I do this for the Duke City Junky – Who? Me!
Moms? She’s asleep… I mean she worked 70 hours this week!
with 6 mouths to feed, we call her 6 kids one mom, AKA my Mommy!
I do this for the voice that won’t be heard
I do this for, ring… “Hello, yo it’s Jules, dude I’m sick…”
for us the people
See I could go on and on and on
But there’s only one way and I’ve
already been left so I’m trying right… well I begin…
I write because, well, ’cause there has to be a start!
So I’ll to my story through this pen!
and who do I trust?
I trust the flower to bloom in Spring
The sun to be a burning ball of fire
even someone like you!
’till you prove me different.
See I do this for a reason I do know!
and that’s to see a smile on three little faces
I do this for them!
every morning yeah,
If you walked a mile in our shoes,
you would see
see that our feet hurt