February 10, 2011
Walking through the school,
Very much aware
Of all the cold-hearted,
And judgmental stares.
Left, left, left, right, left,
Eyes one with the floor
Seeing all the shoes
That the cold ground bore.
Patent leather shoes
Reflecting her frown.
Kind snow-white Pumas
Not making a sound.
Scuff-free stilettos
And his brand new cleats.
His Jordans, their Nikes,
All going click, step, squeak.
Cheeks turning hot red.
Stepping in each square,
Hating life hating
this burden to bear.
Hearing clean sneakers
Laughing their soles off.
Walking down bleached floors,
Away she ran off.
Away from cleanliness,
white shoes, and purity,
So there’d be no more
laughter at her shoes.
They were dirty.

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so_joy said...
Aug. 2, 2012 at 5:25 pm

Great! I love this. Simply amazing. The last line really wraps up the whole poem. Good job!

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GangstaEyes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 7, 2011 at 8:55 am
This is ANYTHING but shallow - it is so clever and deep and amazing. I love this - its like shes realizing how perfectly clean and pure everyone around her seems to be and how... imperfect she is. The way you ended it tied it all together and made it that much more AMAZING :) Great job! Keep writing Alana, you never cease to amaze me :)
alanacarlene replied...
Mar. 7, 2011 at 9:54 pm
Aww thanks that means a lot to me! It always does :D I appreciate it!
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