The Shoes Don't Fit

I bounded down the stairs devoid of a single care.

School was out and it was time to have fun.

I peaked out the window to see pairs of girls with flowing hair

and kids like me soaking up the sun. 

My mom was rushing me out the door

and I was excited but confused, 

my shoes didn't fit anymore.


My mother looked down at me,

her hair taught in a bun and face painted. 

She instructed me to change immediately 

and my happiness became tainted.

My sneakers barely fit over my toes 

and she threw heels my way instead 

with a face that expressed her woes.


Summer is different now,

exchanging bare feet for flats.

As I furrow my brow 

I realize the workplace doesn't accept childish brats.

My mother sighs with pride and a tinge of sadness,

this job is a major step

and with this opportunity I've welcomed a life filled with madness. 

This poem is about: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741