You Don't Like My Dress?
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You don't like my dress?
Neither do I. At all, really.
But I won't change it for you.
Or myself, for you,
Or the world, for you,
Or for anyone, for that matter.
When I go into that bedroom,
And lower the blinds,
And turn up the lights,
And tear off this frock,
I will look in the mirror
And I will see
Me.
A face that is mine and a body that is mine.
And as I'm looking, I'll tilt my head and furrow my brow,
And unhook my brassiere,
Giggling as I watch my round breasts bounce freely.
Such beautiful things should never be changed.
Like the curve of my back, I notice as I turn away from the mirror.
Or the length of my thighs.
Or the brows above my eyes that speak a language foreign to none.
I am
One.
One beautiful soul among beautiful souls.
And I rise to the occasion when I look you in the eye and I say I'll change nothing for woman nor man.
Take it or leave it--
My breasts,
My thick-brow'd eyes,
The hair between my substantial thighs--
Will never change for you.
I'll never change for you.
Because I am lovely in the heart and in the nude.
And with that being said,
Let me slip into something a little more comfortable.