my feet carried me winning through the finishing line of the race.
my feet were cute
until I placed them in an exquisite pair of heels.
They cut. They hurt. They did not look pretty.
my feet has little marks that would not go.
Pushing my bare feet into the soft ocean sand...
my feet is mine again.
Society's clear-cut definition of beauty.
Don't place yourself in them
rows of similarly cut, plentiful pretty
painful
straps.
