Not a Poem Sponsored by TOMS
I had demonized UGGs and now I was demonizing TOMS.
Grace Kelly would not slip on anything too comfortable.
I had grown up idolizing the kinds of shoes ladies wear:
Heeled, sleek, sure to make inexperienced calves wobble.
Even in my Goth phase, I insisted on shoes with structure.
So when I spotted a rack of TOMS knock-offs for 35 pesos
a pair in San Juan de Dios, I sneered while they squealed.
I can’t wear those with a ball gown or walk a mile in them,
I said as I kicked the Mexican dust with my lace-up boots.
Really, my annoyance should’ve centered on the counterfeits,
how they were not supporting the One for One Movement.
But a year and a half later, I bought knock-offs in Short Pump.