High fashion is forgetting those girls who laughed at your brown, high-top boots with the scuffed leather.
because before they giggled
you dressed to the deep
notes that made your feet dance,
Today you walk through the mall after a winter of saving money and then living beside the lake where you pulled on what was clean because no one cared. Not the black crows, or the jack pine, or the people.
Today you discover that those scratched brown boots are the hottest look. Along with those mis-matched prints that you rocked back in your free days.
I say, girl, forget fashion.