My poem

Shoes

So many choices, so many shoes,
Stillettos, boots, flip-flops, wedges,
How is a girl supposed to choose?

Should I wear heels or flats today,
My mind between the questions edges,
So many choices, so many shoes.

This selection my shoulders weigh,
I really want to wear the wedges,
How is a girl supposed to choose?

To pick the wrong ones, I'll surely pay.
It's like a catalog with pages and pages,
So many choices, so many shoes.

Beautiful shoes would make my day,
But in my mind one question dredges.
How is a girl supposed to choose.

How will I for these shoes pay,
Without making any wages?
So many choices, so many shoes,
How is a girl supposed to choose?