Your face bleeds bitterness.
After all, the eyes are the window
to the soul and your's pierce mine
with severity. They roam to and fro
looking for weakness. Once,
you found it inside of me but no
more. I closed that door and have
found confidence in my height,
even if I stand amongst men.
I stand, with 5 inch heels. 6 ft
tall, looking up to the strong women
so secure that they won't eat
the forbidden fruit.
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