There have been many times I have lamented
My height, or lack thereof, the idea firmly cemented
In my mind that the world respects stature in every way
A towering presence can make heads sway
The world is designed for people much taller than me
Thus I suffer in “high” chairs, my legs dangling aimlessly
I need footstools to reach everything in sight
I spend fortunes on tailors, it just does not seem right
I have forced myself into painful high-heeled shoes
To gain vertical advantage, but what’s the use
In a world where six feet tall models don
Six-inch heels, such battles simply can’t be won
I do long to make a noticeable entrance
Into a room, to have a commanding presence…
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This was how I felt in my younger years
Age has brought wisdom, quelling my fears
That being short I would be ignored forever-
That a commanding presence I would have never
As I gather years, more confidence I acquire
Not shy to state my opinion, I say what my heart desires
Within the realm of reason, of course- I have found
That I have gained attention and respect from people around
Me; my presence is noted where I contribute
Through my skills and knowledge, these are the attributes
That overshadow my being challenged vertically
This has changed my outlook dramatically-
And at the end, a closely guarded secret I’ll share
I look younger, being petite, despite my greying hair!
In case you are wondering, yes I am quite short.
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Passion...unbridled 