National Poetry Day Freedom poems part 2: SKIN by Leanne Moden

I am not a silent poet

You have no right to tell me what to wear;

and how I dress is no concern of yours

coz I’m in charge of how much skin I bare.

I thrive upon your disapproving stares

and you can’t crush me now, so rest assured

you have no right to tell me what to wear.

I’m flattered by how much you seem to care

by pointing out my weaknesses and flaws

but I’m in charge of how much skin I bare.

I know my clothes won’t lure some hungry bears –

I’m pretty sure I’m safe to be outdoors.

You have no right to tell me what to wear.

A chair that’s covered up is still a chair

and un-uphostered flesh still isn’t yours.

See, I’m in charge of how much skin I bare

and, if I had to guess, I’d say you’re scared

because you can’t control me any more.

You have…

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