Except once, when you’re twenty,
and the world pulses
in time with your heart
and all lead singers
have names like Danny
and are too cute for words,
and maybe, if you wear
those red spikes and
that red dress
and catch a little buzz
you’ll dance into
such a groove
that the world will
fall in love with you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Laura K. Deal
To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. The human race Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised
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4 thoughts on “Never Wear High Heels”
I love this imagery so much 🙂 This poem seems destined to become a classic.
Thanks, Karen!
I LOVE it–it evoked a visceral memory of being in that mental place. Made me smile!
Not only am I in my own high heels of yesteryear…..I can feel my daughters.