because i fought for style over just fashion...my own voice through the clothes i wear
a voice to define me and a voice to share
...despair...lies in the power of my sky-high loubis
its what puts me ahead of that specie i thought had coodies.
shout out to the woman who can stand tall and make perfect strides in them
...for it is the woman who can take life's lemons and make lemonade of them
here art thou...7inches higher,stronger,tougher,perhaps vile
watch as these streets meet my style
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