Losing the Shoes

They finally objected 
to being objectified  
and so they flung them 
far and wide and ran 
for a land far, far away – 

a Wood where they could 
laugh and dance and play 
without bunions and balls
and midnight calls and step
-mothers and -sisters and 

overbearing fathers and 
suitors of the unkind kind. 
Then they bared their souls
and their toes 
and let down their hair   
and left those heels behind.  

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In November, we poem.

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