To My 3 Inch Heels

O 3 inch heels, you looked so good, sitting there amid the other shoes on the rack
smooth and sexy and so very tall,
I couldn't resist your charm
long sought after
and shyly denied
out of previous failures
to fully "own" the look
that un-me breaching of style,
a stepping into the unknown

But like the girls in old movies, graceful in their high black pumps,
arching feet so sleek and dainty,
calves so shapely and slim
I've always wanted to wear you, master you, dance in you
Because I love your curves, your cute rounded toes, your black shine
And now I have you,
bought on sale after years of wishing
you're cute and sexy and I feel oh so hot in you
but when I walk . . .
you rule my feet, making them slow, and sore and precarious
I feel eyes on me pityingly
and me with a little toddler to run after
my bending, or lifting, or running is curtailed by you, O shiny 3 inch heels
And yet, I stubbornly persist, through pinched toes and shaky balance
because, O 3-inch heels,
you just wait
after this long indecision,
I will master you.