They were supposed to make me feel complete.
Taller to reach my satin draped pedestal,
looking down at mere mortals below my feet.
No- mere fashionless low class mortals.

The scent of leather fills the air,
I slip my feet in, walk around, nothing happens.
No magic here.
For $1,390 I have commited such sins:

Ghazal in Iran could have been in school when the bomb tore up the market,
Urvi in India could have received emergency treatment for her asthma attack,
Chilemba in Kenya could have bought anti-malarial pills and nets,
Cinta in Indonesia could have helped her parents build their house back,
Ishaq in Egypt wouldn't be selling bottled water out on the street,

And I wouldn't have these powerless Gucci shoes on my feet.