Five Inch Freedom With Conditions

These red suede pumps

put me at a whopping five foot ten;

but this pedestal is wobbly,

with a double-edged sword

waiting to break my fall.

My ass-

ets are accentuated as I

drift from bar to bar,

sip from glass after glass,

wearing a dress I bought myself

after working my ass

off.

Compliments

turn to

insults

as I shatter

expectations.

Shame me,

for I am a slut;

and this untainted hollow locked tightly

between my thighs

must just be a liar.

God forbid I tower over

a man;

and God forbid I use what

He has given and allowed me

for me.

Men don’t have to remind me

that freedom is only freedom

if I do it their way.

Men don’t have to remind me

that I will never be free.