Low Income Shoes

Laces frayed and chewy

A baby's toy in a locked up room

Empty cup overflowing with air

Politics in every corner

Of alley ways and hospitals

Waiting rooms

And I am wearing

Your low-income shoes

Mouthing the blues

Needles pending

As they take my blood

In the grander experiment

Not prevention but curse

Pilled up and fighting

For my rights

As I move

From one line up cue

To another in my

Low-income shoes

By Tara Timmers
~ art moves what we believe we cannot move and takes us to the realm of justice ~

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