this is a poem i wrote in 7th grade
You open your closet today
Hoping you pick me to match that
Cute shirt and jeans
Im in a competition against all other neighbors
Gucci calls out to you
Stelittos yell
You eyeball the platform then look next to me
Rockawear stands there
Perfectly still
Bright red and gold catch your eye
You hestitate then wave your hand to Prada
They jump with joy
Theyve been picked
But wait! You changed!
You pick me up
My snake skin and cute open toe will
Definately match
Coach gets jealous
Prada cries out
Rockawear becomes angry
I smile
For ive been picked
The perfect pair of shoes
