What are you wearing?
A question they ask to berate us
degrade us,
in an attempt to intimidate us
What are you wearing?
Is it hard to comprehend?
How dare we express
with something less
than a dignified dress.
What are you wearing?
Is it shameful for you, to look at me,
Wearing a garment that may just be a reflection of me?
My inner creativity, curiosity.
Or maybe, just maybe
It’s laundry…
and I don’t want to think of the hyper-sexualization you’re forcing on me.
What are you wearing?
An accusation more than a question.
What are you wearing?
Why is it scaring you? So jarring to you.
Is my sexuality written in red on my threads?
What are you wearing?
Do you want me to run and hide?
Cover myself, tuck away my audacity, my pride
Does it make you uncomfortable?
Too tight? Too low? Too much skin being shown?
Does my attire, leave little to desire?
Or is it just satire?
A question you ask, to get a laugh.
To embarrass, humiliate.
Does it make you stronger?
To point out your distaste for what\'s around my waist?
Does it disgust you, to look at cotton on my body?
Does it distress you? Or does it test you?
To practice some modesty.
You see, it’s not about you. It’s all about me.
The world is my catwalk,
And I’ll fucking wear what I want.