These are my Feet
Posted on 31st March 2021 at 10:47
These are my feet.
Two displaced roots, unearthed too long
I rarely wear shoes
Perhaps this has been an attempt to replant
And yet here they are
These are my feet.
Driftwood skin lies parched, sewn tight with time
Flesh turned black
The shame held in tight
Oh the shame – the tar, never meant for this wreck
These are my feet
Siren calls from my lips, thunder through my toes
You didn’t hear me speak
And I never knew how to run
I was scared…scared and scarred and sacred
Yet these are my feet
I wonder what the shape of my footprints through life has been
Trenches worn deep by repetition into my womanhood
10 tiny soldiers front line fire
Oh my poor feet
These are my feet
Warriors, wounded. Now woken
Did you see them coming,
Lawyers in situe evidence pronounced
These are my feet
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