Red Dresses
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Red Dresses by Clacie England
An invincible, cautionary soul
Holds itself high above it’s worth
No misgivings; a person is as tall as they want to be
Breaking social stereotypes
Even with my silence.
A pawing lioness in a cloud of fog
That sees only the outline
Of some competition
Hunching low beneath natural cover.
What a wonderful thing.
I want things
Perhaps a red dress and fake jewels
To make myself stunning
When I’m already a beauty in someone’s eyes
Even with my vainness.
A strutting peacock
Showcasing a kaleidoscope of color
But it took no deep blue or green
To win over a mate.
What a wonderful thing.
I paint strange things
With the struggle of a non-artist
A bead of sweat rolling down a
Heavily made-up face
With my stubbornness.
A rearing horse, lavish in dress,
Coat glistening in the midday sun
Won’t let its jockey down
In his time of need.
What a wonderful thing.
I am awestruck
With celebrities
And jealousy turns to admiration.
I am no different
With myself.
A fish, in different circumstances
Will never see the fellow animals
But holds close to its heart
Its individuality.
This is me.