empty promises
coat the surface,
smoke at the top of my

proof for your social media
that you care enough
to walk in
our shoes

i don’t want you
to put yourself

i don’t want you walking
with me,
or talking
for me.

align yourself
with some other

i don’t want your
made from
angry faces
on facebook posts.

when i give my people,
my pain,
my sacrifice,

walking in my shoes
does nothing
but trample on me

take your “walk in her shoes” heels,
your op-eds,
your yellow-fucking-fever.

you made me sick,

and i’m still

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