Trading Shoes
See what is like to be me
let's trade shoes
walk a mile in mine
Understand what it means to be me
hatred given generously
its hard to swallow
Judged by mistakes made
refused advancement because of them
looked down upon by many
There is no quiet place to rest
no room to hide
being normal seems as if a dream
The hands that are given
only brings me pain
to many I am a number and not a name
My life means nothing
the masses cover me with dirt
my name is spoken as evil
Many have written off
believing I'm hellbound
each day is a struggle
Let's trade shoes
walk a mile in mine
experience the life I live
know the tears I cry
know what is like to be me
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