my ruby red slippers

Every girl needs a pair of bold heels.
The kind that screams “make way for the queen!”
That shoots your confidence to the sky and shatters it to pieces.
A pair, equivalent to cojones.
These are mine. I call them my ruby red slippers, not because I feel like Dorothy in them. But because when I turn to see how far I’ve traversed and the trail that I’ve blazed, I see rubies instead of ashes.
Welcome to 2012.