I am a shoe
I am a shoe.
I wonder what it would be like to be a child.
I hear the stomping of feet all day.
I see grass, dirt, woodchips, and pavement.
I want the world to talk to me.
I am so sad that nobody listens to me.
I pretend I am a person.
I feel your feet on me.
I touch the ground every moment.
I understand that your feet get big and you have to get
rid of me.
I say, “I love being a high heeled shoe.”
I dream of making a friend.
