I was nine,
the last time I wore a skirt.
It wasn’t the prettiest I owned,
not the only one either —
but I loved it anyway,
maybe because it was
the last skirt I wore.
It was plain white, I remember,
with tiny blue flowers —
just like the tiny squeaks
he always subdued with his hand.
It reached a little below my knees,
the last time I saw it in the mirror.
But then I heard a voice
in another room,
and the mirror replayed it all —
clearer than any video ever could.
So I changed into
my skinny jeans,
hoping they would save me —
because they covered
my ankles too.
And slowly,
I forgot
I once loved skirts too.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: And it took me whole 10 years to realize why I hated skirts.......
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Comments2
This poem projects an implied trauma that changed a life and how it was displayed a sad write
Yeah... Thank you!!
Most welcome
A skirt can, depending on your social circle and general environment, make you more vulnerable, I think. Although trousers have for women other inconveniences...
Ten years is a long time...though not from age nine.
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