Music Challenge #23: “These Boots Are Made For Walkin’” by Nancy Sinatra #musicchallenge #MLMM

She did have boots,

Big ones, cute ones, pointy ones and grubby ones.

They were made for walking; I have the scars to prove it.

In the years we were married she walked all over me

Not always in her boots,

Her words had far more impact

When emotionally charged

Like a work boot grinding you into the ground

Her words could make you feel responsible

For every ill upon the earth.

The beauty of wearing boots

Was you felt invulnerable

She was always right,

No matter how wrong her logic

She never or rarely lost an argument

You succumbed in the end

Trampled upon with relentlessness

You gave up only for the sake of your own sanity.

So the next day, in new pair of boots,

She’d step up to the mark

And you’d cower in anticipation of another humbling.

It wasn’t a matter of:

“ one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.”

It was every day.


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21 Responses to Music Challenge #23: “These Boots Are Made For Walkin’” by Nancy Sinatra #musicchallenge #MLMM

  1. Lyn says:

    Seems like she needs to be ‘resouled.’

  2. weejars says:

    So true of some people

  3. MNL says:

    good poem. abused husbands often are made invisible because others tend to downplay their abuse and they are much less likely to reach out for help than abused wives. your poem did a good job of portraying the effects of that relationship

  4. mhmp77 says:


    She never or rarely lost an argument
    You succumbed in the end
    Trampled upon with relentlessness

    It is a great strategy Michael. To lose a battle but win the war is no loss. It is meant to maintain a good relationship in a win-win situation with a loved one!


  5. I can identify Michael.

  6. Sandi says:

    Hi, Michael!

    It’s Sandi – formerly of Flipflops everyday. How the heck are ya! So your story reminded me of a childhood memory. When we were kids, I had an uncle that had issues with his back, but couldn’t afford visits to dr. Not horrible back pain, but needed counter-pressure. So he’d lay on the floor and have me and my cousin (when kids) walk on his back. No shoes, of course. But the pressure we provided helped relieve some issue for him. Odd. I had forgotten about that memory.

    • Michael says:

      Hi Sandi, I’ve missed seeing you in blogland. My old father in law used to have his wife do a similar thing. Back pain can be horrible.
      I hope you are doing well.

      • Sandi says:

        Thank you. I’m revamping and loving my new site. Humble but Humorous. (the new Hh logo) – I actually paid for my new site with a new focus. However, I’m still “me” and intend to still carry on as I always have, but with some added element. 🙂 I missed some of the friendships I made in the blogoshere.

      • Michael says:

        Good luck with it all. Blogging is a lot of fun.

  7. James says:

    A fellow I worked with once commented about his ex-wife, “She treated me like floor tile. She laid me once and then walked all over me for the next twenty years.”

  8. calmkate says:

    ouch sad marriage, abuse is wrong in every form! Paints a sad picture …

  9. mandibelle16 says:

    Great piece, but so sad Michael. I do agree that the Rights Boots can give a woman a sense of power or braveness they wasn’t there before, shoes in general. But Boots in particular could relate back to this song. I’m so sad your character was pretty much obliterated by this woman andher abuse of power and a feminist symbol in some sense. There’s a song “Red High Hels” by a country singer named Kelly Pickler. In some ways, these red high heels are very much like the boots in Nancy’s song. Thanks again for participating. I enjoyed your take 🙂

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