High Heels Poem by Chamanda Yvette

Red strappy patent leather Carlos Santana’s
Black 5 inch platform Manolo Blahnik’s
Sexy leopard print leather peep toe pumps
It doesn’t matter the style
My man says he loves me in high heel shoes

Be they 12.99 on sale at Payless
70 percent off – end of season bought
Or 499 from Nordstrom’s best
It doesn’t matter the cost
My man says he loves me in high heel shoes

With skinny jeans and a blouse
With mini skirts grazing my thigh
With sundresses flowing in the wind
With my pant suits looking so fly
All that matters is that the shoes are high

So I asked him why he likes to see me
Perched on precarious heels
What about that footwear lends to its appeal

He says
“It’s the sway in your hips
The curve of your legs
The confident air about you when you are lifted up high
Nike couldn’t develop a shoe that could do that
No matter how hard they try”

He says
“It’s the way you are sort of helpless
And step nimbly over obstacles
It’s the way I know I have to protect you
Cause in those shoes you surely can’t run
It’s reminds me of the things you can do that I can not”

I smile because I know his secret…what he isn’t saying
So, I wear my heels because it’s what he likes
To the mall, to church, to the movies, no matter where we go
But tonight, I’ll give him what he really wants…
Me, in my high heels and nothing else.
~ 2/27/09 United States