She always wore pink slippers <br />They were her signature footwear <br />When one pair wore out completely <br />She quietly produced another <br /> <br />The neighbours thought it strange <br />But no one dared comment on them <br />If pink slippers were what she wanted <br />Then who were they to question her <br /> <br />Then one day realisation dawned <br />She had made it her goal in life <br />To make women aware of their rights <br />Pink slippers were the right reminder <br /> <br />When she died the female population <br />Of the town was seen sporting them <br />They believed that it was the only way <br />To pay tribute to her who had just died <br /> <br />She had used a simple but colourful way <br />To teach them that if they wanted success <br />They needed to display sisterly togetherness <br />And sporting pink slippers was just one method<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pink-slippers/
