of the bread
the thick part at the end
everybody discards
some men feed to the ducks
I’m just a piece of crust
But I hold the whole frigging loaf

I’m the heel
of the foot
a cracked, dried bottom
people walk on
not the shiny, painted toes
that everybody shows
But I’ve soul

I'm the heel
some men say
a punk with junk
a stinging ray
a callous mutt
so, they say
but I aren't I tough!

I’m the heel
of the red high shoe
the stiletto
that raises woman’s view
I make them taller
when they’re smaller
I make them ****
men get apoplexy
and swoon