Comfortable Shoes

On my walk the other day once again in the early morn
I realized the shoes I’m wearing are the only shoes I’ve ever worn.

I’ve never walked in a Native American’s shoes…never felt the back of America’s hand
as the ones who came here after me threw me off my land.

I have never worn the shoes of an immigrant…never felt their sorrow or their strife
having to leave a country they love…to search for a better life.

I’ve never walked in a black person’s shoes…never worried in my daily nine to five…
never wondered as I started my day….if I would make it home alive.…

I have never walked in a woman’s shoes…I’ve never been downcast
at being paid less for doing the same job as a man…
I’ve never been sexually assaulted or harassed.

I’ve never walked in a poor person’s shoes 
never braved the winter cold or summer heat
without a house to call my own…without enough food to eat.

I’ve never walked in a gay or lesbian’s shoes…never felt societies shove
just because they see me as different…just because of who I love.

I’ve never walked in a Muslim’s shoes…never thought I would see the day
people wanted me out of this country…just because of the way I pray.

I never walked in a policeman’s or a soldier’s shoes
Never felt their fear, their pain, their strife…
I’ve never had anyone shoot at me
never feared for my well being or life

Yes, my shoes have been quite comfortable…every shoe I’ve ever bought
but that doesn’t mean I don’t listen to the voices of the people whose shoes are not.

So I will use my vote…I will raise my voice
I will stand behind…or in a protest line
working and praying for the day everyone’s shoes
are as comfortable as mine.

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