when Black folks start talkin’
‘bout they shoes…
Didn’t have no shoes on my feet,
Mah shoes was all runned over on the sides,
Looking like a peacock,
all dressed up, bad feet.
Scuffed up, no polish,
My feet was on the ground,
I had to walk,
I put newspaper in the soles,
You could feel the wet coming through…
And then I hear myself
singing softly,
...I got shoes…
I'm good.
©Amy L.Freeman 2019