I love not stilettos from this day onward
I had all red poppies on me
I had red bottoms on my feet
I walked like a fat broiler vying for grains
All glammed up I said to myself
looking like hundred million bucks I cat walked to church
But hey gasper alert was up to no good
I dashed out gasping for hays and shines
but the pains around my ankles came to play
I removed the Louboutin and fought for my life
I walked down the street with my feet bare
I walked pass everyone with my chin high
I walked gracefully even though they stare
I walked twisting my waist yes i walked
What a beautiful day to go to God's house
What a great day to slay and pray
What a day to steal some lines from trapped mouse
What a day of ridicule
What day comes test my soul
No car stopped to lift
No expectation fails there
No pleasing habits ends
No bad day steals my peace
No palm Sunday No Ash Wednesday
Now we must carry out our obligations for duty calls
With bare feet and empty stomach
With enthusiasm and devotion
from my blog to God's ears I pray
Not only to give me a personal ride for comfort
but to make my sacrifices count when the season of harvest comes
