The other day

The other day



As I was walking down the street the other day
Confused, I saw a young boy who walked my way
Although we had the same direction
He had nothing from my perfection
His hair was messy, his clothes were down
If you would pull his trousers they’d fall to the ground
My hair was straightened, my clothes were tight
If you would pull my jeans, they’d never get out
And though the floor was wet he walked on it with his bare feet
While I was wearing one of my fancy boots that reach my knees
He looked at me with his dirty lil face
I looked back with nothing but shame
How can I always be unsatisfied
If a shoe’s price for another is too high
How can I always be confused
If there’s another who can’t afford food
How can I always hate my life
When mine compared to theirs is a paradise