Walk in my shoes

Walk in my shoes

You don't know what I've been through

But you act like you do

You haven't carried my baggage

But you act as if you have a clue

"Don't judge a man until you've walked two moons in his moccasins"

We all hurt

We all suffer

We can all love

We can all listen

Walk in my shoes

Then we can talk

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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