The Sneakers

Author's Note: My little sister, the author of Brain Cell Genocide, had to write a poem as a project for her English class. But she couldn't show her creative side with it, oh no! The teacher made her shoehorn in a ton of "literary elements", such as similes, hyperboles, and metaphors. As a result of this, she made this satirical poem that took her less than 5 minutes to write up. Enjoy! -American Titan

My sneakers are old and ragged,

but the story they told

like a home for the feet.

The sneakers,

ripped and torn,

looked like a deserted ballroom.

Taking a walk in them

is taking a thousand-mile walk

through old memories.

Dirty, plain, dull...

...I don't know why I ever liked them at all.

Just a pair of boring, white sneakers

whose color has faded much since then.

I've met tons of people

and went to different places,

experienced new things.

Though it seems

I don't like the boring, dull sneakers...

...I've done so many things with them,

a lot of that new,

and I will always like these sneakers

because they are mine.

And the sole of a shoe tells a different story

every time.