Found a perfect picture to go along with this poem I first scribbled on my Facebook wall somewhere.
My hair’s not right
My skin breaks out
I am tanned, darkened, spotted and sore
My muscles ache, my lips are torn
My back hurts and my stomach growls
But my shoes are dirty
And they can sing you new songs.
May you, me and everyone
(The chappals belong to me and a wandering pal of mine.)