No Pants Party

Location

Banging, Clanging, Singing,

Lyrical tunes spinning,

That’s how I think, not how I write.

 

Restricted by society,

They say “Don’t say”

They say “Do say”

“Listen to us,

We know what’s right,”

But I want to speak

NO! Sing out,

 

To say my mind,

To show my face,

Without filters,

It’s preposterous,

Monstrous,

Disastrous,

We need more make-up,

Auto-tune,

Rules.

But what if I can’t do it?

Calm my frizzy hair,

Cover my pimples.

 

 

What if I want to sing?

Be free to be me,

To feel comfortable in who

I am,

With flowing words that should never be heard

By “polite” society,

The regulations prohibit

Free spirit,

A new idea is something to fear,

Manikins and models looking the same

All with #Valencia under their name;

But I will change that,

Because I will not wear filters

Use filters.

I will not wear pants.

 

Bare and free.

I can be

Me.

Imperfect perfection.

Without filters,

Or pants.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741