When you can’t walk in safety through the streets,
When you can’t learn to kiss a little later,
When you must drink;
Drink now, drink fast, drink soon,
When being sober and sensible is a forgotten necessity,
When you must wear fewer clothes and more slap,
Peel back the layers, pile on the concealer,
Reveal and hide at one and the same time,
When you feel your identity swept away and made homogenous,
When you question the prevalence of the word:
Identity. Your identity. Self-identity.
When these things concern you more than what once concerned your forbears;
Eating, drinking, living, bleeding, voting, heating,
When you forget the travails suffered for those rights,
When all of that is submerged beneath today,
Mindfulness and meditation force the now,
Ignore the morrow and forget the yesterday.
When such things concern you,
You will walk in my shoes.
What is it like to walk in yours?