Best Black African Amerold Poems
No, they were not mines... but I wore them with
pride. The first day of school... when you came
in your Sunday's best. They were not
mines, but I wore them with pride. You see I
knew how much sweat and tears it took to get
them on my feet. So the least I could do... Is
wear them with pride. I never once fell asleep
hungry or unsure of what I would eat
the next day. You see the very least I could do
is wear them with pride... No she never once
complained about how her feet hurt or how her
fingers did ache. The very least I could do
is wear those old shoes with pride. It's all
I can do to honor the woman who would clean other
folk's floors with a twinkle in her eye... As she did
one day imagine me in new shoes and taking our Nation
highest oath of office with pride. Old shoes? No, not
in my mother's eye's.