You wanted to try my slippers on
said you wanted to walk in my shoes
your feet cut to shreds on my barbwire slippers
you have no excuse?

my slippers are pain
pain endured by futile judgement
my scabs are each a story
which will make no sense
to you, pretender…

I have lived with my feet
a thousand years
I have overcome
all my fears
I am the tip of the iceberg
I am the voice of reason
creeping down your spine
now go judge yourself
and leave me to me
my feet, my slippers, my self, my soul, mine,
you can’t have it…

(c) 2012 allen simpson