Shoes are things we are all tied up with.
Everyone wears shoes; it's the thing to do.
There are many different kinds of shoes.
Around here, we mainly wear tennis shoes and loafers.
Everyone does.
After all tennis shoes allow us to creep softly and not be heard,
Even though we're members of the herd.
And loafers allow us complete freedom in a confined region.
We are careful with our shoes.
Never, ever do we get grass stains because people would point.
And we couldn't stand that.
Some people have holes in their shoes.
But rather than going barefoot and be free souls,
They are half-soled.
Some other people are real heels.
But they are built-up to be something they're not.
Once in a while some may escape and throw their shoes away
And go barefoot...but don't worry. There will be no riot!
Maybe when tenny-pumps cease to be and loafers get tongues, there will be individuals where tread marks used to be.
The above poem about apathy was written by Linda McGonigal. So many times we want to blend in and not take a stand. Yet, today all around the world there are American GIs who are risking their lives in order for us to have the freedom to stand up and be an individual. It is so sad that instead of being proud of their sacrifice, we just turn our face the other way and blend so we won't stand out.
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