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I understand on this virgin ground with old tattered shoes The elder southerners say, I don't belong here.\nThey're bloody feet on my neck Yet I stand firm , I stand tall and proud Demo raggedy shoes did I wear I wore We're handed down by my grandpapa Every fiber every thread every bloodshed For you see , every step that he stood everywhere , he walked everywhere , he stood Like a cotton wood tree , he covered his family Like a dandy lion spread , his roots were strong You see the tattered shoes , though they're hand me down Is the status of shoes are generational He started shoes speak of conversations They have walked the land.\nS has been stripped , that's been hand in hand Every model , every speck of dirt and sand These tattered shoes have walked this unholy land. I will not lose. I will no longer be abused and misused. I Don'n T need no Air Jordans. I am not a burden nThese shoes of what I wear represents my generational share In nanuce reality here's the clarity I am a child of God and despite your abuse Your thoughts, your views.Your opinions of me I stand, I walk the this land I stand on this soil this indigenous grounds In my bronzed brown copper feet Walking these their street My forefathers too has worned these. those -----Tattered Shoes 3/28/26 written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026

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