Heels

I have a pair of heels that I wore once, to a wedding.
And I danced the night away in a Old Skol, so smooth style.

And my feet regetted it.
My pinkie toe was barely spared.

And I wore these shoes to work.
- No dancing, I figured I was safe.
Some walking.
- I thought all would be good.
Flights of stairs.
- Tis part of the agreement.

By the end, well, If my ankles could cry
My pinkie shout and the sides weep.

They would hoot and holler and moan
Something would break
Things would be thrown.

But someone said 'you be chick now'
And so, sans grinning, I bear it.

And today, I wear flats.
:)

-Heres to.....um, um. Music! All kinds, whatever style. Take a minute or two outta your day to Dance. Just a little. (Find a safe space to do it ;) )