A Ghazal of Privilege
I cannot think of new shoes
When children go without school shoes
Rhinestone-studded, patent leather, three-inch heels
I've had my share of cool shoes
From Doc Martins to stilettos
Store windows display make-me-drool shoes
Some snooty shoppers stare down
At my cheap flip-flops, my pool shoes
So I, Jackie, ask you my reader
To walk awhile in my no-fool shoes
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