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