clothing
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Walking down the street,
Not a worry in mind.
People around every corner
And every door.
What are my thoughts?
I can't think.
What are my intentions?
I just want to go to the store.
Clothes are good,Clothes are bad,Clothes have blood,Clothes get sad. When one decides to hurt a cloth,And tear its heart-seams inside out,The cloth will never open bothIts mind and soul to people now. The hat, the shirt, the sock, the shoe,With fe
It took a year
To learn more than I could have in the other sixteen.
It took a year
For me to accept that you can outgrow people
As you outgrow clothing:
Mini, midi, maxi
Made from smooth silk,
Or fluffy cotton,
Or maybe rough burlap?
Polka dots or stripes,
Poodles or plaid,
Great for all occasions.
A first date or a wedding,
When I was a little girl, I loved to play dress up
I would go into our basement where we had a barrel full of clothes from times past
And I would live in those times
And everyone smiled and laughed
It is not a particularly taxing question
Nor is it a question I can easily formulate a response
The obvious answer to this question is that I find it chic,
But there is more to it than that
I am a woman
I have long hair, I have a high voice, long lashes and lips of cherry
I have curves, I have breasts and a butt
And I love my body and I am proud
Poor Kids in Bangladesh
Poor kids in Bangladesh;
sweat, tears, heat, fears.
Poor kids in Bangladesh.
Its simple parts cannot ever redress
The mystery that dances across its folds
Cloth and thread, no account for the success
Which strikes plain garment with magic untold
The power it wields to fully impress
Say you will bar me from your heavenScold me like a child who knows betterDeny my right to explain anythingSend me to the cornerSit me down in shame
