I tear off my clothes, and
pitch them into the fire
and watch the flames
consume my decency,
my social propriety.
My inner self, revealed
in my outer self
brings joy, brings rebuke
the wrong-headed doctrine
of a thousand generations.
When I am in a suit
who do you say I am?
When I stand before you naked
who do you shame I am?
Reclaim your body
reclaim your true self
and cast society’s hangups
into the crucible of freedom.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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As both literal and metaphorical this poem makes sense to the individual that wants to be accepted for who they are. For society that needs conformity to survive it is not accepted. Loved the poem
I love the essence of this write, we dress according to what is expected of us or to cover who we really are, we just be proud and happy just to be ourselves, enjoyed the read
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