High Heels
why do we women wear high heels
even if it feels like walking on spikes of steel
balancing self and vanity on a pointy stump
women everywhere—young, old, slight or plump
to demands of beauty and conformity, we all do kneel
those capricious stilettos, so shiny but sinister
often leave a mark, bruise, corn or blister
hurt gullible shins, calf, hips, ankle and back
please someone banish them from the rack
oh!please forbid them, our reverend minister.
inches they do add to a woman’s height
wonder if the reward is worth the plight
why does she need to be tall as man
when it was never part of God’s plan
smaller but no less, she’s proved it alright.
Written on 06/16/2016
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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