Some days I just want to wear boots,
the real kind, leather with heels made to stomp.
I want to make noise, to kick my feet
and raise a ruckus, I want to flash my star-shaped
earrings in the evening light, I want to sparkle.
I want to see it all reflected in the wet
of your eyes, like children watching fireworks-
I aim to make your jaw drop.
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if this were about more manly things, it would be my anthem.
i have no masculinity complex, ergo i can say that it is indeed my anthem. especially that last line there. hell yes.
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