My feet hurt – they ache and burn
As I force them into fashionable shapes.
I can’t hop to attention,
I can’t run if I’m chased.
There are no kicks to punctuate my screams.
I blame my feet.
They will not conform to the newest obsession
They are too fat, to flat just a rebellious gathering of toes.
My feet hurt –
They resist being stretched, stuffed and
Crammed into the wrong pair of shoes.
I clumsily stumble unable to balance
In a fashion multimedia show.
Brilliant creations drafted by artists
Who personally hate my feet.
Aching complaints sedate and control,
Inching forward on tippy toe
Each stride hobbles my sense.
Paying top dollar to vogue’s hefty toll.