if my shoes could talk

They would have two tales
Of a shy timid girl
Whose confidence has been ripped to shreds
By those who say she cant, she couldn’t
My new black heels would say, your feet are too small

They would tell
Of the tough brave confident girl
That puts up a front so deceitful
Even to those who think they can rip her apart
Yes, my sister’s cream shoes would say, your feet are too big

They would say to me,
Wipe that tear off my well-tanned leather
That tear won’t bring him back; it won’t bring them all back
So wipe the tears from your face, I am turning all soggy here
Is what my brown shoes would say.

They would rant,
Why do you never take me to church?
Why do you never come with me to visit the sick?
Why don’t you wear me oft to visit the homeless?
The blue salsa shoes would ask, why do you wear me at all?

They would roar with laughter
When I sing and pretend I am a diva
When I start to dance so lame
They would tell me to stop the madness, to stop embarrassing them
My brown suede boots would.

My shoes would tell you this
Because they were down there the whole while
Watching it all unfold from up above
If only they could talk,
My red sneakers would say, how you have loved me so.

Disclaimer; I have never ever claimed I was a poet.