Her feet fall silently on the floor as she skips and struts along the upper street.

The thick sole of her shoe reflects how her soul is deep and expanded, not shallow.

She’s sweet and rounded, you can tell that her smile would be bright like the shine of her patent leather shoes.

The red reflective material brings out the rosiness of her cheeks and the redness of her cherry lips.

You can tell by the way she walks in those shoes that she has power, she has confidence. Sometimes she shuffles and digs her heels in the floor. That’s when you can tell that she holds back.

Sometimes she buckles under the pressure and undoes the fastenings on the sides of her shoes.

Sometimes she takes off her shoes, but even then you still see who she is.

Mary Jane.