Shoeless And Unresticted!

Shoeless And Unresticted! prose poem

Became a Stribu model barefooted.
One of many but an ordinary person.
Wore a shirt I bought from Walmart.
A denim shorts from Jcp.
My teenage daughter was humiliated.
I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches.
Stood proud clothed in my brown skin.
Whoever withheld, restricted, am free of cancer
though it ravishes. I stripped
for my child who’s ashamed, other who don’t know,
cannot afford screening, treatment.
For the homeless, those who cannot afford
I stood shoeless. Am thankful for all I have, am given.
Most importantly for life. My gift to those who
are no longer, at the early stages, the end.
I stood for you shoeless and unrestricted.

Poet’s Note
Had breast surgery in 2011, I was disappointed in my husband, children that I mothered. My husband went to Canada and a friend took me to the hospital for surgery.  None inquired about my welfare but in that moment that photograph was taken, I felt honored that Stribu photographer asked if he could take my photo although I was modestly dressed and shoe less.

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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yes ma’am,
the title is what got e to read the poem. I just like the idea of being shoeless and free, so I red the poem. I thought it would be an earthy poem- naturally sensorial. But I didn’t expect life embracing- universe celebrating and death defying poem. thank you. Cancer scares give you life. And you can see who is who around you. a new blessing beginning.


The Ballad Of The Shoeless Horse

The Ballad Of The Shoeless Horse ballad

If you’ve ever seen a horse tip-toeing round, Carefully trotting but making no sound. It was probably Horace, the horse with no shoes Trotting around with ouch’s and oo’s He would try to keep up with his friends on parade,