Seems like everyone in this town
Is obsessed over checkered converse
And red high top vans
They're not for me
They don't seem to fit well on my feet
Sure they're pretty
And nearly every shoe aesthetic includes one of the two
If not both
Checkered converse
Fill the halls
They're displayed all over the cafeteria
Red high top vans
Race across the fields
It's funny
I think
They're just shoes
Just something
To protect your feet
But not here
Not in this town
Not among these people
Shoes are
Everything
If you own
Checkered converse, red high top vans
Or even those white air force ones
Then you were everything
You stood at the top of the hierarchy
You're practically rich
With your shoes without even a speck of dust on them
Prizing them more than anything
They're just shoes
Nothing special at all
You'd think
People would understand that
So why
Did they think it made them
All the cooler
All the more popular
To not only wear those shoes
But put down
Anyone who wore anything
Outside of the norm
I could have worn
Shoes more expensive than theirs
But if it wasn't
What everyone expected
Checkered converse
Red high top vans
Or even white air force ones
Then at the very bottom, I was
All because of
Shoes
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
