I went back to the past
To when woman walked flat-shoed last
I shot, killed, maimed, murdered the man
I came back to the present
No woman had to wear heels.
To when woman walked flat-shoed last
I shot, killed, maimed, murdered the man
I came back to the present
No woman had to wear heels.
a poem from my heel hating past. i may be a lover now but i’d still like to kill the man who invented them for discomfort simply because heels can be comfortable!
ain't i woman 