Barefoot Through Hell

Two months.

No shoes.

One backpack.

Still here.

I slept where the city forgets your name,

Cold concrete tryna tell me I’m replaceable pain

Backpack was my whole damn life on my back,

Every step barefoot, nothing but black 

No door to knock, no couch to crash,

Just hunger talking loud, and fear talking fast

They looked right through me like I wasn’t alive,

But I learned real quick how to survive

I learned which streets breathe danger at night,

Which corners feel wrong, which alleys bite

I learned silence can scream, hunger can teach,

And loneliness sharpens the edge of belief

I had nothing but breath and a reason to stand,

No one holding me up, just blood on my hands

Nothing can break me — I bent, I didn’t fall

Tried to erase me, I stood through it all

Barefoot in hell, still walked my way through

If I’m still breathing now, what can you do?

A woman alone, yeah I felt every stare,

Predators guessing how scared I was there

I slept light, eyes cracked, heart on alert,

Trust wasn’t free, it was paid in hurt

I rationed my hope like food in a bag,

Every good thought felt risky to have

No mirror to check if I still looked like me,

Just memories whispering who I used to be

I talked to myself just to stay intact,

Not losing my mind — I was building it back

Every night I survived was a quiet win,

Every morning alive was defying them

Nothing can break me — I bent, I didn’t fall

They wrote my ending, I tore up the scrawl

Barefoot in hell, still walked my way through

If I’m still breathing now, what can you do?

Don’t call me lucky

I’m unkillable, immune to the fear 

I’m what happens when a woman refuses to disappear.

Most people crack with a fraction of this,

Lose their soul, lose their grip

I carried my life with no margin for error,

One wrong move away from permanent terror

But I didn’t fold, didn’t fade, didn’t jump from the ledge

Didn’t give the streets my future or edge

I walked past limits they said I couldn’t cross,

Paid full price for survival, swallowed the cost

I ain’t proud of the pain, but I honor the fight,

‘Cause I learned who I am when there’s no one in sight

Nothing can break me — say it again

I survived what would bury most men

Barefoot in hell, still walked my way through

I lived through that… what can you do?