My feet are big And growing ever bigger. Large, wide, And filling every shoe. They stick out from me Making flats look ridiculous. They are like life rafts, Falling to the side like pillows When encountering resistance.
My feet are long And growing ever stronger. Supportive, storied, And deserving special care. When pointed, they are elegant, Skeletal and muscular, even when in heels. They are like canoes, Chiseled and carved with love, Gliding forward with intention.
Wind that blows so hard today carry me away on the strength of your wind sweep off my feet Fly me far away from here where so many painful memories lay swiftly sweep of my feet Take me with you to were ever you do blow to another place another time to another day far far away
"You're no stray feline, you're a lady," they will say. As I trim myself to the pattern they made, adjure me to learn the dance of their stick. Turn a blind-knowing stare in a contrivance of my tragedies, war, and my five inches feet.
"You're no stray feline, you're a lady," they say. Fettering my hopes to brew lies in my entrails, for I have no value without a bind on my step. Endowed with no shield nor shaft for fight that I was trained, must cower behind closed doors with a conflict in my chest.
I am no stray feline, I am a lady, they told me. Churning and wobbling under their commanding breathe to flaunt I am more than a dancing bone in a vessel. But why would they bury my **** for helm and sword away, and exhort me to put these 3-inch shoes of ****?
your prestige and glamour have grown too much so many people bow down to you but you can’t see your own feet. expect me unwelcome to your golden throne i’ll raise your prices flat iron my tongue to make you happy rhythmize my lips so they sway to the beat of my hips, to the music of love love love