So you want to hear my story
To tell you where I came from
But can you handle it
Will you really listen to me
Or will you just continue to judge me
Instead of asking me where I am headed
Will you believe me when I tell you my story is true
What I was I am no longer
Or will you continue to preach to me
Freely giving me your sanctified opinion
It has often been said not to judge someone
Till you walked a mile in their shoes
But yet so many people do
Having no clue my story could be yours
My friend, words hurt, and actions or lack of actions hurt too
You said love is enough, but even the good book
Tell us we show love by our actions
My road has been hard the journey has been long
At times I wanted so badly to give up
I thought I was losing my mind
But yet I kept going although I felt at times all alone
And now I am stronger, wiser, compassionate, less judgemental
And if you had to walk a mile in my shoes you would be too
Walk a mile in my shoes to know what true pain feels like
Life has beaten me up it has beaten me down
It has beaten me silly but this what I found
I was built to be tough and withstand alot
Keep my third eye open and my mind on the plot
Be aware of the punches the pitfalls and all
The good, bad, and ugly
So on you do I call
On God life has been a journey
Though I navigate through it
Through my pain and suffering wondering how did I do it?
To survive things that would've drove the average person insane
Carrying this weight on my shoulders speaking these thoughts on my brain
To walk a mile in my shoes would u like to trade places?
Although we all are dealing with different battles we facing
On God I've been through some troubling times
But it's these sort of times that help with these rhymes
They made me what I am, who I've grown to be
On God I'm thankful for everything I've seen
At the same time interpreting just what it all means
On God.......
I wish you could walk a mile in my shoes
And see how it feels to be on the other side
Of those unforgiving eyes
Pride in that vail your looking through
Content with the stockholm syndrome
Of your day to day rituals
All escue cause your missing screws
Got you mentally running loose
Dont realise ultimate demise
Headless hens out the chicken coop
So funk your feelings
Man If im a villain
Then your a victim of the system
Make that pie your mission
Or except that little slice they're dishing
Dare you hate on my ambition
When You just lack a fraction of my visions
Just admit it
Its always been survival of the fittest
Dont forget it
Your either going to get got
Or your who doing the getting
If you want to feel me
Walk a mile in my shoes
Just close my eyes
And feel what matters
For I am not who you think
A soul as restless as the sea
Just washing against foreign shores.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Ignorance is taken and ignorance is given
Progression on the mind while oppression stay hidden
Please don’t judge me because I say the word nigga
To me it’s just a word that really means ignorant
But ignorance’s is taken so ignorance’s given
Try to stay calm and forget past feelings
I’m no longer living where I need my pistol
Keep it locked up until I get an uneasy feeling
Everything’s legit check my papers you don’t believe me
I want more money but I’m to humble to turn greedy
I’d rather struggle day to day then sellout to something I don’t believe in
Living check to check and I still feel blessed because I have a roof over my head
I’ve been homeless and I won’t go back again
I’m done selling drugs I’m an honest working man
Working on getting my medicinal so I can medicate
I’m not making new problems just correcting old mistakes
walk a mile in my shoes bet you’ll quit after a quick pace
Ignorance’s is taken so we give ignorance’s away
Life of a Ghost Vator
I'm too busy going up like an
Elevator..
It's no turning back for me
I feel spirits all around me
I hear the enemy calling my name
But I don't want him near me
It almost feel as if I'm actually drowning
With no life jacket
Or a scripture from Shakespeare
Cause I carry the hatchet
You don't know the dark nights
I spent in my living room
Looking for away to escape
Like the wicked witch on a broom
Or maybe Casper the ghost
I really lost hope
I survive like an animal in the wild
Playing tug of war with
A Thin rope
But that doesn't matter now
I see things different then you
If you walk a mile in my shoes
What would you actually do?
Life of A Ghost Vator......
Preamble: In the half life of a setting sun, time travel exists. In the naked singularity of a blackhole, when a sun is truly dying, you become what you want to.
This is the song.
Born of the night, in the sky's own light.
Left to the sun, to die on the run.
Born of the stars, near the ballroom of Mars.
My life on the run, the half life of a sun.
Chorus:
We know that it's ending soon,
We know the band's out of tune. We know.
Slave to the earth, to my death, from birth.
Life on the edge? Have you "the Edge"?
Loved till I lost, such a cost.
My feelings are numb, the half life of a Son.
From the start of it all, I've run with the ball.
You must pay your dues? Walk a mile in my shoes.
For better or worse, I've turned to my verse.
I've seen what's to come, the half life of a sun.
It's a hurricane of pain, to know the insane.
Begin at the start, find a key to my heart.
In all that's been said, I should have been dead.
To all that I've done, the half life of the Son.
For the song that is sung, my gold not yet spun,
We've not yet begun, goodbye and for one,
The Half Life of the Sun.
'Believe me'
It's the disbelief that I most hate
Being told that I exaggerate
When life's already so unfair
I know most people hardly care
Whether it's pain I share or my lack of sleep
Most my woes; don't share I keep
Finally I think you understand
Till you dismiss me once more with a flick of your hand
Won't you try, just pretend to believe
When I share with you my heart on sleeve
Not many I love know real me
Yet to 'strangers' online I at last feel free
It's true no one will share my blues
Unless they walk a mile in my shoes
'Believe me' ~ by Victoria Payne
I turn the television on to hear Black Lives Matter.
Our lives have mattered since birth.
Walk a Mile in My Shoes
being watched by security while shopping in the mall.
My brother being pulled over because he fits a description.
Walk a Mile In My Shoes
The color black makes us targets daily.
Walk a Mile In my Shoes
The blight of my sisters and brothers we're far from the mountain top, by any means necessary.
Walk a Mile in My Shoes
doesn't stand for not just us should stand for justice.
Come on mow this isn't new Brother Malcolm, Dr. King, Nelson Mandala were fighting for this cause.
People of every nation, creed and or color take the blinders off.
Walk a Mile In my Shoes
Have You Ever Had the Blue’s?
Author Dana Redricks
June 7, 2016
Have you ever had the blues?
Can you walk a mile in my shoes?
You give your advice without thinking twice,
But can you pay the price?
My life has been flooded with rivers of tears
I have faced and overcame many fears
Year after year I have faced my nightmares.
Were you there, did you see the things
That I have seen, dream the dreams that
Have I dreamed?
Broken promises and shattered dreams
Turning darkness into day.
I have come a long way and I am finally
Having my say.
Today is a brand new day.
Have you ever had the blues, were you?
didn’t know what to do blues.
People tell you what they would do,
But can you walk the miles that I have
Walked across the slippery slopes of life.
Can you walk the many miles I have walked?
and still have the strength,
To cope and still find hope.
Let's go.....
I'm on a rough route to a righteous destination,
Tormented by the obstacles, blockin' my path
So I'm embracin',
All my miscreant guilt, blended up with my sorrows,
So I follow,
what lives in my heart
but I step wisely because somethings in life
are definitely hard to swallow,
and my motto's,
"knuckle up & search for the prize",
I see the world with clear vision
but evil sights are hurtin' my eyes,
What's the remedy for this Black Rain?,
Will success make my grey sky blue?
Is my pain ordained?,
I'm blessed with the breath o' life
so I communicate with my Savior,
I thank him for everything he gave us,
and God made us,
In his own image,
and the Holy Bible's the best book to read
but somedays
I still grimace through my scrimmage,
And somedays, I'm still drip dryin'
in the devils thunder,
and those days filled with blunder,
make me hesitate & wonder,
do I have what it takes
to keep me from goin' under?,
They say we're treadin' in the last days
I'm tryin' to conquer the beast,
My good out weighs my bad
so I feel I'm winning, because my minds at peace
2 my daughter's im sorry I thought I could hold on longer.
Pain has become my rain and the feeling of failure stronger.
Depression is just a weapon that karma uses to conquer.
So this is my final message there's nothing I have to offer.
The love In my heart depleted I feel like my soul is empty.
Not saying im suicidal but why dose it sound so tempting.
I wish things could be different but heavens ordered my torture.
If I make it to heavens doors my pass will be null and voided.
2 my daughter im sorry but daddy was just 2 broken.
Place a rose in my casket and tell them that they can close it.
Tears fall from my face my faith is forever frozen.
Angels lead me 2 heavens gates just to show me they'll never open.
My prayers are answered silent struggles witnessed with laughter.
The ending is almost near so why not approach it faster.
Some will say im a coward and death is a easy answer.
Walk a mile in my shoes and maybe you'll understand it.
Why you hate me?
I don’t hate you.
I try to do everyone right even a damned fool.
Why hate me boo?
You want to walk in my shoes.
You don't love me like I love you.
We were close once best friends in school.
Why you hate me boo?
You can't walk a mile in my shoes.
We aren't friends anymore.
No amends you have for it.
I do not know what your ailments are.
We no longer share the same ideas.
Why you hate me boo?
I am not one to make up with you.
We do not have to speak from herein.
Your problems are your delirium.
~Why you hate me Boo...~
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 03, 2014!
I know this is for comments so I want to start out by telling all a story:
I am a brain surgery savior and it stinks at spelling even with spell check on the computer because if you don't hit the right button to start with the spell check can't help you get it but if your memory has been cut open know one knows and even I can't remember what I should type so I try everyday.
My grammer stinks but I think living behind this screen has help me deal with
my cancer better than any other Doctor out there.
SO if ya'll say anything that I don't like I pull up my big girl panties and get right
back out there and try again because stick and stones are all that can hurt me
and my daddy told me when I was but a little gril opions are like a**holes everybody's gotta's them and some of them stink so just don't breathe so deep.
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