I like to see young girls clad in heels
The click the on the floor
Announcing their presence into the room.
the way they sway their hips as if shaking dirt off
They step like the world belongs to them
Like the bodies will never grow old and
The knees will not hurt from the child bearing.
Mama Said
The young female is a master of disguising pain
They will wear mac Ruby lipstic and a stiletto
Straighten that pencil skirt each time they sit
Not because they care much if it creases
But they will do anything to hide the pain
The brokenness, the brokeness and the emptiness
They will let the toes go numb
And seize their shins up
Mama Said, wear those heels
Because that click is an earthquake without fault.
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