Her High Heel Journey

Her journey began when she turned Nine

Her first pair of shoes 

So sassy and fine

The platform heels made of bamboo canes

Tightened her ankle popping out the blue veins

They hurt her 

Yet she chose to wear

For the feet had to look prettier 

And little did she care

She wore them each day

And bore the pain

The rashes continued

But she never complained

Her shoes were her shield

For the ones who belittled her

Who never understood

How hard it was to be where she were

So, Don’t ask her 

How she walked in those high heels

With each clicking sound

She quietly revealed

How her standards had risen above

Even though the scars had healed

And Yes 

Today she may look all fancy

Her face may look all happy

Yet we miss to catch the glimpse

Of the veins on her ankle

So blue when strappy

We notice her polished look

Forgetting the pain so nasty

Of how she was trashed and bashed

Thumped upon when she clashed

To combat for her right

She was torn down to be quiet

She held herself up sturdy

Faced the waves fiercely

And eventually 

Revealed about her high heel journey