By Ashely Diaz—
Book I
Chapter I
I've been wearing heels since birth
With every size increase
Mom bought me a new pair
Bunions, red blisters bursting and crooked toes
Unleashing shouting of pain
“Hush,” Momma said.
“Put your shoes on,” Momma said.
Clenching teeth, I slip that leather
Heal on fresh flesh
And keep it walking.
These shoes were not made for walking
But it's what i to do
And everyone’s boots have walked over.
I've worn all kinds of heels
Strapless
Straps to the knee
Studded
Transparent ones: ones that reveal the blurry perspiration of exhausted sweat.
My Dad’s never seen my shoes
He funded them - time to time
But never asked for a photo
Grandma stood behind my mom
Made sure we were both
Setting our straps on the tightest hole
My aunt wore heels way too short
But was adored
Hoping for the same
Mom and I both followed
But were scorned
Our Head held low
As we slipped our tired ankles in our new stilettos
Chapter II
My aunt gave birth to three new babes
Babes lifted high
Grandma gifted then a gift
Never seen before
Pink satin Ballerina slippers with delicate straps
Jaw hung low
Never felt so….
So……
low
Watching the little ballerinas
Dance circles around
My hunched back and purple pinky toes
Despite the levels off the ground
Still I despise
Despite the efforts of perfectly walking in a straight line
Still I despise
Chapter III
Grandpa- true comforter
Bought us all gel soles
Rubbed my feet at night
When Grandma wasn’t watching.
On long drives- without grandma
I kicked my heels under the seats
And rested them on the dashboard
Letting my toes
See the view
And receive the fresh air.
When grandma was there
Grandpa walked on his tippy toes
And quickly slipped my shoes on.
If caught, we all walked on sharp salt.
When my aunt lost her king
She retired from her short heels
And walked in the field barefoot
“Don’t judge, it’s a hard time.
She will bounce back,” Grandma said.
I couldn’t help but wish for the wet grass between my toes
To feel the relax glance from Grandma with shoes off.
Make no mistake
Grandma loved
But she hugged with a weak strength
And pinched skin with full force
Chapter IV
When graduating High school
I slipped into my heels
Ready to dorm in college
Ecstatic, I bought and packed flats and short heels
But, then Mom gave birth to a new babe: a prince
And developed Arthritis
I stuffed the new bought shoes in a black bag and set it on moving waves
And watched it drift with my desires
Settling the brightness of the sun, I joined community college
Walking through the halls, I’ve seen woman
With taller heels than mine.
Met with shoe makers
And heel polishers.
There was one
She knew my story
She wore short heels
And flats on occasion
Best of both worlds.
Gave me tasks that strengthened my ankles
Office visits were my favorite
She let me kick my shoes off
As my words formed clouds in the ceiling.
But there was always a missing element
Pain was no longer there
Feet altered
Skin tone pale
Deformed- wrong
A voice louder than any
“Take your shoes off”
Heart pumping
Pulse in feet thumping
Thumping
Pumping
Take my shoes off?
I ignored
Chapter V
Days
Month’s
A Year
I spent ignoring
Distracted, I met a king
From a far away land
Foregin to mine
Granted comfort under sheets
But slipped thorns in the folds
With a great smile and pools of honey boiling in his eyes
His hand complemented the space in my feet
He filled them, abandoned them
Filled them, abandoned them,
Abandoned them, filled them
Killed them.
Left a gaping infected lesion
Attached with an empty womb,
Desolate eyes
And a crumbled heart
Too afraid to beat.
Never felt so….
So….
Low
Knees exhaustively- forcibly toppled to the ground
Broken
“Take off your shoes”
Thumping
Pumping
Sobbing
Pumping
Sobbing
Sobbing
Thumping
Eyes closed
Heart clenched
In my tight fist
I take my shoes off
With my free trembling hand
Light entered my ventricle arteries
Sent tears to the hidden corners of my eyes
My last inhaled breath rushed into the pit of my stomach
Hold
Hold
Hold
Release
I burst
My feet red, toes stuck in toxic friendships, and veins swollen with unforgiveness
I cry at the sandals that stand before me
A hand is placed on my head
Oil flowed from the hand
To my tangled hair
Down my neck
Wrapped around my shoulders
And in between my breasts.
“I love you and you don’t need those shoes”
The presence faded
But left behind running sneakers
With a check
To Just do it.
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