My Red Sneaks

For Christmas, I got a pair of bright red Converse. I love them so much! I wrote this little piece in an attempt to accurately portray my gratitude for my new shoes.

I smile at my red sneaks. With black jeans, a flannel shirt, and messy hair, I pull off the slouchy chic look. My shoes pop and seem to tell the world, look out, here I come. I dress for no one but me.
I dance in my red sneaks. It's choreography day in my show choir class, and we're grooving to Ease on Down the Road from the Whiz. I think of how appropriate my shoe choice is for today. I may not own Dorothy's ruby red slippers, but I own something pretty close.
I play piano in my red sneaks. My hands fly across the piano keys, coaxing music out of the old instrument that sits in my living room. One red shoe taps out a steady beat on the floor, metronome style, the other pulses up and down on the piano's pedal.
I pace in my red sneaks. Back and forth across the room I wander, muttering important facts under my breath as I study for my science test. The color red gives me confidence, makes me bold. I can do this, I will do this.
I strut in my red sneaks. I dare in my red sneaks. I jump in my red sneaks. I twirl in my red sneaks. I love my red sneaks!
I wonder what shoes I'll wear tomorrow? Maybe I'll wake up and be in a sunshiny mood, so I'll match my internal sunshine with a pair of yellow Chuck Taylors. Maybe I'll don my sparkly silver heels and be princess for the day. Maybe I'll pull on some boots and go splashing through the puddles of winter rain. Maybe I'll wake up feeling lazy and laid-back, and I'll wear my flip flops from dollar tree.
I know tomorrow's shoes will bring new adventures, new journeys, and new memories. Today, I'll wear my red shoes and see where they take me. Look out world, I'm going places. Me and my red sneaks.

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose" -Dr. Seuss