Strong Girls Don't Play
You can’t play footsies with
combat boots
Thick like your thighs
Heavy like your body
He was a slipper thin and delicate
New, poor thing, never worn
Your hard souls
Crushed him
the day you broke his heart
Shattered under your
cracked leather boots
I still love you, but
I can’t wear a slipper outside
This poem is about:
Me