the TALL GIRL's manifesto

This one goes out to all the tall girls
The ankles too high, 6 foot fly, sir you must at least be this tall for this ride girls
This here's our manifesto
Fuck your itty bitty tittie commitee, dark skin light skin saddity woes
This struggle is real.


First off, I like high heels.
And I don't really give a damn how you feel
When you see my Queen Tut, cleopatra jones, dolce and gabbana spring season strut
As i
Stop traffic with the ebb and flow of the original ones and twos with my
One of a kind glide, lady sings the blues kinda moves
You see,
The question is never, oh goodness, well should I?
It's, this dress is kinda short, so -
3 inches or 5?


Secondly, to the men and women of Macys, Bloomingdales and the other more bourgeois shopping experiences on this island,
Diversify.
I,too, am a woman who revels in the finer things in life
I,too, like a good mink, a great brunch and most that I see on Basketball Wives
And yet, my shopping options remain, er, slim
Just once,
I'd like to walk into a department store on a whim
Walk up to a rack, 
Choose a pastel chino that is definitely in season
And not see 7 inches of uncomfortable ankle cleavage
And it's always the same answer
"We size to proportion"
Or "so sorry, sample size only"
I'll tell you what Saks - 
Try this shit with Naomi


Thirdly - 
It is never okay to use the word "tree" 
With regard to me.
I am not anything you can climb, shimmy down or sit on
So stop.
This "glass of water" is neither tall or available
And that line is so outplayed
So If your thirsty, asshole, get a gatorade.


Fourthly, I'm still a woman
A spirit of joy, of light, of the divine
A being that believes in the medicinal value of chocolate ice-cream and sunshine
I am vulnerable, docile and fragile
And I'm in love with the idea of love without harm
So the middle school taunts cum barroom slights hurt me just as much as they would the "Lil Bit" on your arm.
The difference?
I just learned long ago, when my womanhood began to confound
To reveal limbs like stalks, and legs that extend poise from groin to ground
That beauty is subjective
And growth is perspective
And negative energy is reflective


So, lastly, hate on.
I enjoy the stares, the barely disguised fear
Because my bearing is regal and the air's just better up here
You see, 
My height is my gift, nobility my song
And until you chumps wise up
There's always Lebron.