#RedHeels

She is all the beauties of the world
When she walks in those red heels.
With her lips painted red
And her face painted with clay
One would expect that her heart is as pure
Or beautiful, even in pretense!


But no,
The symmetry of her smile
And the pains in her heart
Relate inversely


Behind
those closed doors
Those tight fitting shoes
The story is totally different.


Long ago,
We were taught that
Beautiful girls were like Pocahontas
Whose looks would fight poverty and injustice right in the face.
Of course,
Beauty now fights poverty
But in its place
Is a greater war
Of pain, loneliness and insecurity


The red heels
Are like an empty parcel;
Ever shining,
But vanity!


Nowadays it hurts to be beautiful
For more often than not,
You are in deception over its power.
But like the promises of the Wish master,
The promises beauty offer will finish
And those red heels will be lost
You will be a Cinderella
Looking for her lost shoe
Forever lost in the belly of a whale
Forever
Lost
In the belly
Of
A whale