Comfortable In My Skin...Not So Much In Your Boots - Poem by Akua Achampong
I walked a mile in your boots,
But they weren't for me.
They blistered my feet and made them bleed.
You spent a day in my skin,
But it didn't quite fit.
You stretched it, misused it and it made you itch.
I lived a day with you; your boots my skin.
And it wasn't so painful to do.
So whereas I'm not so comfortable in your boots,
I'm perfectly fine with you.
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