I stand here,
Bare,
Clothed, with nothing under there,
Reminded that my uniform
Does not force me to conform
Or to reaffirm the values of others.
Just to hold myself apart
A head taller
(Despite my meagre five feet of
Spitball fury,
Furious love and hair dye)
A mind stronger
For the little things.
We are a proud company
-- A good group
Of GOOD people
Who serve GREAT food
(But don't ask the calories)
All in black and jeans
And hats and dreams.
I stand here,
Bare,
And ask, "Would you be seated there?"