I don’t wear them much, and when I do they are tucked away under jeans. I don’t let the world in on my secret.
I am a conservative, God-fearing, introvert, wearing orange boots.
Some people gallivant in their bright clothes and flashy plastic accessories, and they are not secretive. They have nothing surprising or remarkable to reveal. That is what they do, they are, they want to be.
I am surprising. The world says that I am just a church-goer, a housewife all too fond of her husband, boring.
I say, “You have no idea...", while I strut, undetected, in my boots.
Their very nature is unpredictable. My sweetie knows that when I have my boots on I might be a little bit sassy or a little bit homesick. He does know to put on his seat belt.
What the world doesn’t know about me is a lot, me and my orange boots.
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