First day:

I wore a pair of shoes

that broke the barriers

of a kindergartener’s mind of

Conformity.

 

Jet black and gray sneakers

streaked with crimson red

met the contemptuous eyes of

young minds that yielded to the

laws of sexism.

The image of a girl in somber shoes

disrupted the the harmony of their utopian

visions of the sexes.

 

Everyday

fingers pointed at me,

claiming that they were “boy shoes”

in the absence of

pastel colours,

die cut flowers,

and princesses.

My protests were never heard.

 

Fourth day:

I wore a pair of shoes

that fit the barriers

of a kindergartener’s mind of

Conformity.

 

Princess pink strap-ons

with glitter stepped into the room

bracing for an approved label.

But no one said a word,

and neither did I.

 

Jet black and gray

streaked with crimson red,

They say the bright colours stand out

in a crowd.

Well,

What about my shoes?