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Proud Stilettos

a poem

By Sun BeePublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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She ran high

on stilettos and pride,

intoxicated by the atmosphere

of her small town.

Respected, yet ignored all else.

Believing this was it.

No way.

Passive-aggressive behaviour.

This can go on forever.

Under duress -

other people’s lives.

Forgetfulness is the key -

deliberate, confusing the opponent

with no remorse.

Worse -

a society gone wrong,

where everything and everyone feel trapped.

These toxic rules bring no joy.

Like driving too many red cars,

a plague

of those old women calling themselves “moms”.

*

To my mother

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Thank you for reading!

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Sun Bee

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

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Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

A real writer with real experience, not always understood.

Deeply rooted in humanity.

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