Boots

Prompt: http://www.dailywriting.net/SteppingOut.htm

I loved the boot. This is my response to the prompt.


I got my boots.
I got my big bad black boots.

I walk down the street in my big bad black boots
And you can hear me comin’ in the next town.

These big boots, they got att-it-ood.
They hit the pavement like sledgehammers,
They come down like big black pistons,
They got more horsepower than a big V8,
My big bad black boots.

My boots, they changed everything.
Folk used to push me aside,
I was always the end of every queue.
Even when I got there first.
I got stood up more times
Than a shop window dummy.
I was a nobody.

Then I saw my big bad black boots,
Hangin’ off a dead man’s feet.
Didn’t do him no good, but I put ‘em on
And I felt the power drivin’ up my legs.
I started walkin’ in my big bad black boots
And folks stood aside to let me pass.

I ain’t givin’ up my big bad black boots.
I ain’t even givin’ ‘em up for nobody.
Not for Momma, not for you,
Not for that dead man that keeps walkin’ behind me,
Looking for his big bad black boots.

No sir, they my big bad black boots.
I got my boots.