I dress like I’ve seen it all,
& couldn’t care less.
My clothes
loose, frayed,
you’d stumble upon
at the bottom of a second-hand pile,
rugged, a little dirty,
periwinkles tucked in pockets.
I let trends pass me by,
trains I never meant to catch.
What you see is what you get
a rough-around-the-edges realness
built on comfort & survival
more than any notion of looking good.
But somehow,
it ends up looking good.
(At least, I like to think so!)
My hair, oh, my hair!
It doesn't know neat or trim.
On a good day it’s a bird's nest at best
Untamed, unbothered, and utterly mine.
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Great poem, Mo! Living on our own terms should be the ultimate aspiration.
'periwinkles tucked into pockets,' what a gorgeous image. My teen is going to her first disco soon and apparently the dress code is a short dress. She wants to wear jeans and a top, I really hope she doesn't give into the peer pressure. Thanks so much for mentioning my poem, I'm truly honoured 💛