the veil for insecurity

the seed for all I feel

I wore too many bras

to eliminate what’s real

but the act of feeling flat

no feminine appeal

almost made me cry

it solidified the deal

a confidence or pride

a substantial shout hooray

I couldn’t help but ask

to wear her hat today

it covers up the bun

of recoiled hate and shame

or sinews of self-pity

you can’t associate by name

my skin is made of ivory

my locks are made of gold

though its someone else

It feel so very old

I sit here in repression

frustration and self doubt

mask of vulnerability

the fear of coming out