A mile in my shoes

I see it in your eyes.
How you cannot meet my gaze,
your lips — a thin line.
your white knuckles.

Is it because my accent tells you that I was born abroad?
Is it because my clothes are worn, mismatched or outdated?
Is it how I reek of urine, booze and sweat?
Yes, I understand disgust.

You have never seen what I have seen.
You have never felt the thorns I have.
You have never woken up to cluster bombs exploding.
You don’t have blisters, you have never walked a mile in my shoes.

How about compassion?

Submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photographer prefers to remain anonymous

A little late to the party this week and quite busy this week. But I couldn’t stop myself from submitting.

Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful blogging community for fiction (and sometimes poetry).
Rochelle selects the example… we follow and do our best.

May 17, 2018

52 responses to “A mile in my shoes

  1. A wonderful POV piece here, Bjorn! Love it, and it is so very true for far too many. Great write this week!

  2. Beautifully done, Björn. If only people would stop judging and show more compassion, what a wonderful world we would live in.
    Excellent choice of accompaniment!
    (By the way, 3rd line, a small typo w instead of y 😉 )

  3. This is beautiful, Bjorn. We truly don’t know what has happened to others. You caught that in your poem. Kindness never hurt anybody.

    (How wou cannot meet my gaze – wou should be you, I think)

  4. I always assumed that getting someone to walk a mile in my shoes would teach them compassion. Lately I’ve noticed that all they do is complain about the blister.

  5. A strong and angry voice and completely understandable. There is far too much judging of others in the world and too little compassion. A really strong and affective story.

  6. My cousin had the original version of that song (by Joe South). It was one of the first songs we learned to play on guitars. Your poem was a fine tribute to it.

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