Is my shirt
Too short
For you?
Is it
Too revealing
For you?
Is it
Too tight
For you?
Is it
Too low cut
For you?
Should I
Change
For you?
Cover
Myself up
For you?
Put on
A "real" shirt
For you?
Put on
Some pants
For you?
Even though
I'm already wearing
A skirt
Should I
Remold myself
For you?
Redo myself
For you?
Wear long dresses
That make me trip
For you?
Should I
Change myself
For
You?
I shouldn't
I won't
Dear every single girl,
You are beautiful
You don't need makeup
But if you like it
Wear it
You are strong
You don't need to prove it
But if you want to
If you want to show people
When I was young
My head was full of dreams
Of fantasies
My eyes
Shown
And glimmered
My mouth
Constantly moving
Spitting out ideas
Then I grew up
My head became full
I write with a knife
It cuts into my heart
Spilling it onto the paper
My emotions
My thoughts
Painted with blood
Once I start
There is no stopping
I bleed
Begging for someone
Comments
Reading this direct challenge to the preposterous "Well what was she wearing?" argument made me want to pump my fist in the air. Clothes are used to victimize and justify, but they are sham excuses for the intrusion of others' eyes and bodies (but I'm preaching to a choir). The repetition/the title too, I love; you sardonically but firmly identify yourself as the sole person you make decisions for, not those around you.
Thank you
I agree with what Anna said. You should not have to change for others.
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