I bounded down the stairs devoid of a single care.
School was out and it was time to have fun.
I peaked out the window to see pairs of girls with flowing hair
and kids like me soaking up the sun.
My mom was rushing me out the door
and I was excited but confused,
my shoes didn't fit anymore.
My mother looked down at me,
her hair taught in a bun and face painted.
She instructed me to change immediately
and my happiness became tainted.
My sneakers barely fit over my toes
and she threw heels my way instead
with a face that expressed her woes.
Summer is different now,
exchanging bare feet for flats.
As I furrow my brow
I realize the workplace doesn't accept childish brats.
My mother sighs with pride and a tinge of sadness,
this job is a major step
and with this opportunity I've welcomed a life filled with madness.