“Before you judge a man,
walk a mile in his moccasins.”
Yes, I know these technically aren’t moccasins,
But I still want you to try them on
Before you try mocking my sins
Leave the laces how they are—
Please don’t re-tie them—
It’ll be hard to get them back to just the same way they’ve
been
Ease your toes into the cavernous abyss
I promise they’re clean in real life,
But this metaphor’s remiss if I don’t account for
The rocks and grit you might get stuck with
If nine and a half women’s isn’t your size,
It might be hard to fit your calloused heels inside
No, I’m not saying you have rough feet,
But I’m sure you’re walking a long road too,
And thick skin helps us over the rugged patches,
true?
Alright, now you’re ready to walk around for a while
Yes, I know they’re really not your style,
But please step a little lighter because remember,
Those are my soles you’re treading on
Pretty soon I’m sure you’ve noticed
How they pinch and bruise and blister your feet
I know, because they do the same for me
I see you’re quick to give them back after only a short
jaunt
But thanks for trying my walk on,
I needed a break from this soul scarring trek
I know they’re old and I should just get a new pair,
But overused metaphors don’t work that way.
-Kelly L.
((apologies for lateness, I was road-tripping all day yesterday (how fitting, right?)…))
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