Wal-Mart is Ghetto

Wal-Mart is Ghetto

Will Dodge

Halls full of seventh graders talk and high-five                          

In their cashmere jackets and A&F polo’s

$170 jeans with the new flip flops

Squeaks come from the new basketball sneaks

The fur cloth rubs from their North Face’s

I’m different though

I wear the old, the thrift, and the unwanted

I take the $10 sneakers with thanks

And I sew the holes up on the cloth with ease,

Promising myself that one day

It would all be better

The popular walk daintily

As I fight to keep my sneaker soles on

There is no one else like me

No one from the Ridgeville apartments

No one born on a couch

No one living in a leaking roof condo

No one like me

Jenna what’s her face walks by me

“Wal Mart is sooo ghetto” she says

I want to hit her

She doesn’t know

She really doesn’t know.