I’ve got words
tumbling bubbling
coursing through me
I bleed ink and
my brain is a vast
dictionary littered with words
and a vast expansion of
synonyms and metaphors

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I don’t walk in high heels
my hips don’t need their help
I have more confidence
than four inch stilettos
could ever hope to give me

I don’t need their height
I’m already reaching for the stars
And I don’t need the added pain

when life’s inevitable blows will do
you tell me what their purpose is?
I’m sexy without them
no one ever scorned my feet
dismissed my talents
because of my shoes
* a silly ditty about why I don’t wear heels. sometimes, lighthearted poetry is necessary.