where the writers are
Firmly Planted
these feet

These feet you see

Sometimes aching

Sometimes swollen

Sometimes planted square

Have saved me

 

They have walked miles in the dark 

to work long days

Stood in the cold

And complained 

when my pride wouldn't

 

They have shuffled 

across floors in the middle of the night

 

Tip toed when I was in trouble

 

They have danced 

 

Down aisles

And Soul Train lines

 

These feet 

Have given way 

And allowed my knees to bend

When the pain was too great

 

They have curled from a loving embrace

 

Shook with glee 

When I couldn't contain myself

 

These feet

Large

Flat

Wide

And strong

Havent been pampered

With massages

And warm rose baths

Too often

 

I can't tell you the last time

They felt wanted

 

Caressed

And gently held

Between the fingers 

Of one who saw their beauty

 

Besides my own

 

These feet you see

Unattractive to the uninspired

 

Step into stilettos

Making me rise up

 

From within

 

Strutted through crowds

With my back uncurled

My head erect

And my eyes focused

On the power I hold within

 

Parting crowds as they entered

 

These feet 

Have carried me

 

Over mountains

Down valleys

And through hard times

 

Then plant themselves

 

On cold floors with no cover

Ready to go again

Once the rains quit

 

They are not 

faint 

Or feeble

Or prissy 

 

These are powerfully unique

 

Subtle

Quiet

Gladiators

With a little mystery

 

Just looking at the skin

 

Gives them the wrong impression

 

You have to look deep

To see where they've been

 

They never get the glory

Deserving of a warrior

Always underestimated

 

But these feet

Large and wide

Carry me

Planting me firm

Move me forward