height
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You are 58 inches
of unbridled fury.
The chocolate stars
that you use to look up
at the people around you
are riddled with dry tears.
Oh, Ode to heels and the height they offer. Ode to my four inch stilts underneath me. But, in my four inch stilts, A struggle to create movement exists; Even as they raise a giant in their wake. My four inches have becom
They say small numbers don't define you and they tell you that you can be whatever you want, disregarding the numbers but still, they ask
"How tall are you?"
They look at you, from head to toe, and always, they ask,
I lived on people's shooulders during parades or tours or anything really important to see.
I was always (and still am) in the front row for pictures.
