Empathetically Rapping
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A man knows nothing till he’s walked in another man’s shoes,
Through streets paved with struggles, past choices, win or lose.
In the heart of the city where dreams are both made and bruised,
He learns the songs of others, in tones he never used.
It’s a journey through stories, in steps worn and wise,
Where the echoes of others’ lives meet under shared skies.
He sees through eyes that have witnessed, beyond his own views,
The weight of silent battles, the depth of hidden hues.
With every mile, he understands, not just with his mind but his heart,
That every soul sings a different tune, right from the start.
In the rhythm of footsteps, in paths both old and new,
He finds the truth in the saying, as his perspective grew.
It’s not just about the walking, or the miles that he’s trod,
But the listening, the learning, from the ground, his feet have flawed.
For empathy is the melody, in this journey, he chooses to use,
To understand another’s life, to step into their shoes.
So let him walk, let him discover, let him see and let him feel,
The mosaic of human experience, complex, raw, and real.
For only in walking this path, in the dance of another’s blues,
He truly understands the depth of what he thought he knew.
And when he returns, with stories etched in every step of his shoes,
He’ll know the world a little better, with perspectives broad and hues.
For in the end, it’s about the journey, the stories, the paths we choose,
A man knows nothing, truly nothing, till he’s walked in another’s shoes.
Copyright © Don Iannone | Year Posted 2024
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