Shoes

This is for my beautiful friend, Dannielle, who has spent twelve years locked away in psychiatric hospitals simply for being autistic.

Throw me anywhere you choose
If it’s keeping you amused.
I’ve got nothing left to lose,
I’ve got walking in my shoes.

Send me anywhere you will.
I can keep the pace until
You get lost just standing still
On your bleak and barren hill.

I am strong and I’ll not bend
And you’ll never comprehend
How I’ll strive, how I’ll transcend
While you rot in your dead end.

So right here, right now I choose
To dismiss the rules you use
And the power you abuse,
I’ve got walking in my shoes.