Dress Like Me
Dress Like MeIt feels like
my panty's are wrapped
around my ankles
as i try
and, talk like me
walk, like me
eat, like me
oh! to be me
and then the fashion Police?
comes strolling by
to finger me
and in being to polite
to say (f... off)
I'm sure, you can image the rest
so i dress like me
and make the best, of being me
frumpy, lumpy rolls of interpretations of me
dressed in 2nd hand fabrics
being many fabrications of me
so let me be me
and you do you
and we can both be
quietly keeping quiet
as to not wake the
mean in others
but there ugly
always seems to
sprout wings
and take flight
bumping into others
making war not peace
and smirking weapons of pain
Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2017
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