thoughts on dresses and suits

(tw: dysphoria)
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I don’t want to wear a dress

The way ladies wear dresses

It makes me feel sick

All curves and shallow

Thoughts

And I don’t want wear a 

Suit like a man

Boxed in, clean cut

Empty in some unseen way

I don’t fit like I should

But I love them both

The humans and the clothes

The flare and cling of

My dusty cocktail dress

Waiting for a day I’m

Not so pained at the very

Thought of wearing it

The sharp collars and crisp

Sleeves of my dress shirts

Also waiting for a day

When it’s cool enough for

Covered arms and 

Lounging

One day it will not

Feel so wrong

They will be worn with

The pride and power

They deserve