In Their Shoes (C) 2-2-20

Size eleven and a half on the left And slightly a size 12 on the right… But I never thought I’d fit into a six again I grew the foot of a woman, and walked in her shoe Even as a youngster I never felt shoes like these though, Very narrow and small, Maybe it was because I’ve once fit into the shoe of a man I couldn’t believe how uncomfortable it was How it felt, I almost cried from the way my toes were bunched, High heels too, so I couldn’t run, couldn’t excel my speed I could only go a slower than normal pace The way my heels treated me, what it did to me They were supposed to make me feel beautiful, But instead they broke and twisted my ankle, I can just barely walk on my own, But I don’t think I’m ready for any new shoes They hurt me once, why buy new ones that’ll only do the same thing The bandages tried to help my foot recuperate But they weren’t enough; I needed to be able to walk outside, As much as they hurt I contemplate on wearing them again, Maybe if I try and paste them together again, They’ll work better and last longer than last time I used to wonder why women complained about their shoes, But that’s only until I walked in them myself.