By Morgan Harper Nichols



Let me hold the door for you.

I may have never walked

a mile in your shoes,

but I can see that

your soles are worn

and your strength is torn

under the weight of a story

I have never lived before.

So let me hold the door for you.

After all you’ve walked through,

It’s the least I can do.


Poem sourceĀ 

Image source: thedoctorweighsin.com