sometimes
you sit alone,
and something inside
you snaps
hard to
pinpoint what,
but you feel
your heart collapse
and you have to
sit and think,
am i really crying
over a pair of shoes?
and as that thought
takes control,
i start to feel
my thoughts diffuse
i think it's because
I knew about the shoes,
it was never just
about a pair of kicks
it was about the mob
of people running,
running towards me
with their crucifix
even if they
have no god or king,
they can still hate
my multicolored kicks
my life in their hands
is
for some reason
their politics
