• Michaela

Frumpy

Swallowed the lie that clothes are more

Than something to keep me safe and warm

That what I wear should affect how I’m seen

Whether violence toward me is merited indeed

Show not-too-much skin

Dress to kill and to win

Wear something that flatters my curves

Though my comfort and confidence are better served

By wearing things that skim

Flow over my hips, billow in wind

Conform to my magic

Keep me from going static

Allow me to find garments less constricting

Because I hate their restrictions

That’s why I forget my coat.

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