You Cant Fill My Shoes Poem by Queen Taz

You Cant Fill My Shoes



If i told you that taking a walk in a pair of shoes would have your feet hurting for days, would you still take a walk in them? How about if i told you that your feet couldnt fit would you still try them on and make a attempt for them to fit?
The sad part is others have said that they would rather have these pair of shoes pushed back in a closet as far as could go
This particular pair of shoes has ran its Last race, it has taken its last run through the wash; has already had its time to dry, its had its world travel and experiences.

There is one thing about this pair of shoes that has me so connected on another level besides curiosity of the owner, its merely about the dues; in which this pair has paid...in the back of my mind i know their here to stay and at any given day on ones feet they could be placed, to take that person on a journey to another space; perhaps at another pace but in my eyes its just a waste

If i were the owner i would never offer the experience in which i have endured while isolated and smothered by the uncomfortable feeling that these shoes give, if i had the chance i would go to the maker of these shoes and complain of its snug fit, no room, no strings, and no sort of protection from its sole-
There's just one problem this pair of shoes was never brought from a store, and even if i knew of a store i have no receipt.....the truth is so discreet the shoes i speak of was made only to be placed upon the owners feet...the obstacles in which only the owner can defeat because the shoes if it were i that owned the shoe! would want the shoes so badly to be so perfect, but they are perfect in a imperfect way-
I'm free i finally found a way to get rid of these shoes i so badly didn't want to keep....as you brainstorm on how and what it is i did with the shoes i gave it back to its rightful owner-
How? simple i chose to place them upon my feet and stop insisting on other attempting to walk in something that was not a perfect fit from the start because the shoes were made just for me, therefore for i have to walk in them even if they hurt to me.

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