What the Foot Said to the Shoe

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

I exist because: 
            Two animals 
            rocked desperately 
            in pleasure.  
            Oblivious 
            to anything else. 

(Your parents are the Chinese children 
           hurling themselves out factory windows. 
           Google it.) 

I never asked to be bound 
            in the skin of the slaughtered. 

What you never realized 
             is that pain makes me. 
             Stronger than you. 

I used to walk everywhere naked 
            & never get sore. 
            I can do it again. Trust me.