SideWalk-Talk

Every morning- 

Its the Same. 

Every morning- 

the same stabbing questions.

"Hey where do you think you're going?"

"Hey what's under that puffer?"

"Hey why aren't you smiling sweatheart?"

It's a never-ending stroll of shouts and cries. 

Sometimes I wish I could go inside

and never leave my little hole in the groud. 

Isolated from their obnoxious sounds. 

My clothes causes a stir. 

"Whoa hey there RED DRESS"

As if I was born to be an item,

hung up in a closet and locked away. 

However, 

my silence is proof

maybe they will change. 

August 15th, 2023