Now i will be wearing
those shoes
mother wore it first
then father
it knows no gender
bound by no time
most of them say
those shoes hurt
now that i am wearing
one of those shoes
a black pair with mud
on its soles
i shall eat my words
and happily shall i dance
(they hurt so bad
but i must be true to myself)
see me dancing
day and night till i fall
(sleepless in pain)
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