Why?
Today I bought
a pretty dress.
Why did I buy it?
Black cloth,
cascading ,
caressing my body.
Why is it pretty?
The shape fits me,
probably too expensive.
Who says it should be?
I felt beautiful,
a very rare thing.
Am I beautiful?
One wonders why
pulling on a certain
piece of clothing
changes a mind.
Why do we allow
fabric sewn together
to make us different?
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