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I Wear A Dress

I wear a dress not so people can look at me. On the contrary, I prefer to be invisible.

I wear a dress because I feel like it…because it’s been a while…because I feel comfortable in it.

But then they stare. It’s fine I guess. But there is malice in the way they stare. Sometimes I’m too aware that I dare not look. I’ve learned it’s better to ignore them.

It’s better than being catcalled…better because they don’t touch.

So I wear shorts or skirts. But it’s the same. It seems that when they see your legs, you become an object. It’s like exposing yourself…and you are to blame.

So I wear pants. Walk like I mean business, like I’m up for a street fight. See, I learned that you’ve got to walk like a tough guy so they dare not come near.

For a girl to walk prim and proper in front of hungry wolves, you’re fresh meat. So you have to walk like a tough guy.

But it’s the same. The catcalling is still there, at times. Although not as often as wearing a dress or skirt or shorts, but it’s still there. They still look with malice and sometimes….sometimes it’s hard to hold your head up and be tough because you know they’ll never stop.

©Maria Michaela


Hello earthlings! This is not a poetry but a glimpse of how it can be tough for females out in the world. I’ve been catcalled before which is never a nice feeling when you hear the malice in their voice. But many women, girls, have had it worse. Just thought of sharing what it feels like when something as simple as catcalling can do to a person. Let’s all be better people and teach the young one’s to be better as well. Love lots.

Posted in heartbroken, original, uncategorized

His Point Of View (Her Blue Dress)

Her and that blue dress

Made me look like such a mess

I’d fallen for her, who would’ve guessed?

I wouldn’t have noticed her at first but now I’m stressed

Because she walks by

As she smiles and says “hi”

But now I’m just another guy

She loves someone else now, not I

And if I had known at that time that I’d feel the same

I wouldn’t have played her on this game

Now I am put to shame

As she walks on by calling his name

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Lipstick

I don’t like to dress up

I hate to act like such a girl

Yet you

Yes you

Make me want to doll up

 

To wear a little make-up

To walk more feminine

To look more like a lady

 

One thing is sure though

You certainly make me feel more like a girl

Than any lipstick ever could

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Little Black and White Dress

she dances in the night like the first night you saw her

she moved with grace despite,

imperfections

 

she was grand with eyes of deep light brown

a beauty beyond description,

recognition or belief

 

she took the dance floor and made it her own

her style is beyond years, beyond time

beyond Technicolor

beyond the black and white façade

 

she is timeless

elegant with simplicity

you know you’ll never forget this night

and the way she looks on that dress