Once upon a plastic heel

Once upon a plastic heel 

I grew up in the slums ain't no glass slipper real

running out of the club because the cops showed up

Mr. Prince Charming yelling, "you left your cup"

my cup of what? Sure wasn't my dignity

nah not this time, I took that with me;

I grew up in the slums, but I'm still a queen

aint no shady man gonna ruin my dream

A dream to make it out of this plastic heel I've been tripping in

Struggling, fighting, trying to do better than my kin

once upon a plastic heel I realized I'm a queen

and I myself, hold all the power to live out my dream


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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