Dresses and pretty things-
I felt like a propped-up doll.
I could feel an uneasy disturbance
When I wore what I didn’t want to wear.
As I grew older, somebody accused me
Of not being woman enough to wear my shame.
Take your laces and all the frills of “womanhood”
I’ve grown weary of your blatant insults.
They are a threat to my livelihood.