It’s easy to walk a mile,
(Or maybe two or three at a time),
On a red-carpeted floor,
With the spotlight focused on you,
And the flashes of cameras,
(Those selfies, slow-mos, and panos),
All beggin’ for your attention,
A smile, a wave, or a flick of your hair,
They’ll die for it, I swear.

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And when you turn, smile, and wave,
They cheer and hoot for you,
Your friends and foes alike,
You’re famous; you sure can glide,
Rising above the underlings,
As an overly-adorned knight.

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With that pricey dress of yours,
(The one they’ll talk about),
You tread slowly,
Measuring each step,
It’s after all the premiere,
The new release,
The to-be blockbuster of yours.

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So you can walk,
A mile or two don’t count.
You pause and look around,
You smile and take it all,
Walking a mile,
It’s easier than ever thought.

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But will you hold my hand for once,
And try to walk with me,
A mile? No.
Few steps of yours, that’s all,
But wait,
Not in the stilettos that you wear,
In my shoes, like literally,
The shoes which are barely threads,
Holding the cracks together,
Deepening under my feet.

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A carpet you will not get,
You’ll walk from can to can,
Looking for a loaf in all that trash,
A couple will be even better,
It will feed your baby brother.

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You’ll see no cameras flashing,
You’ll hear no cheers today.
It’s not a movie for them to watch,
It’s not a role for you to play.
It is something that I live,
Every single day.