"Where are her shoes?"

I’ve finally grasped the idea that many shoe stores tend to carry the same size in particular brands and shoes, but this brand of life that my heels were consumed from wasn’t created for everyone; in fact… NO ONE but me. I understand the outta rim may be dazzling and the sugar coated coloring has you blinded. However, these heels were especially made for me. They were designed by my hardship, struggle, and experiences. The sparkle that everyone drools over are just the stains left from my tears. My shoes are like those of Cinderella..Unique. The very idea of you wanting them, makes you women like the ugly step sisters wanting to steal my shine. These shoes aren’t for sale, I don’t think I could give them away if I tried. I’ve said it numerous times, that even if I were locked away in a closet (like cinderella) or just MIA (back to reality)…

“My shoes still wouldn’t fit you

It takes more than just a typical woman to bear all that these shoes have to offer. I guarantee, if you tried… I guarantee, that even if i were game enough to allow you to walk in them, you’d be giving them back before you reached the corner. You’d be tip toeing back because the soles were too hard. You’d be complaining about the heels of your feet because the comfort held no cut cards. My shoes may look razzling and dazzling, but they come with more than you could manage. Shoes with this much weight are likely to cause serious personality damage. Anyone can afford to look cute, but walking the walk… in a mile of struggle and still managing to stride with your head held high and smile…

are shoes only made for those::

BUILT UP WITH DETERMINATION, THE WILL TO SURVIVE, COURAGE and HEART…

and people who are feed with a silver spoon tend to LACK all of that… SRRY!

 

-Kayotic “Cinderella” Konfessions