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
If you can't do it for yourself
Then do it for her
Do it for the girl
With big ideas
And even bigger dreams
The girl who would try to count the stars
But then sigh and say there was a lot
I'm not sure how I feel about this poem, I don't think it's really good but I really wanted to participate in this challenge. :)
All times my heart has
Broken into pieces
I can’t breathe
No matter how hard I try
I’m still gasping for air
Drowning in the silence
Or in the noise
My own mind
Suffocating me
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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