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.
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.
She doesn’t know how to smile in pictures
Nor does she know how to pose.
She’s preferred being behind the camera
She knew she was too awkward, I suppose.
She has no confidence
They’ve all been drained
She sees nothing but her flaws and everything wrong with her
Nothing is right
For her anyway
The confidence she gains gets lost amid imperfections.
Everything is wrong with her
Nothing is ever right
I wear this dress to try and fit in
Yet I always am at the other end
I do not belong anywhere
I wear the dress to pretend
That I am the simple girl
But deep down, I am the rebel
This dress is my mask
And they will never know
Because I will never let them
She was lost at sea
Floating far away
She forgot what it was like, before he
Came her way
She would have drowned
And probably preferred it
Had she not heard the call of another
Who told her to start over
I could never be that girl
The one who looks good in a tight dress
The one who is confident and charming
The one who stands out in a crowd.
I’m the one who’s quiet
The one who’s happy to be on the sidelines
The one who questions her confidence
The one who prefers to stay hidden
Like his feelings towards me
Like rain so fine you hardly notice
Like how stuck I am now that I have this something for him
I knew it was wrong from the start
I will wait until…
When she looks at me
To her I am ordinary, nothing special
For me to even have this feeling for her
Knowing she will never fall for someone like me
Many adore her, myself included
But I am just another familiar face in this desolate place
She makes me feel warm
And I can’t help but think there may be a chance
If only she waits until…
He thought he wanted her
Just because of how she looked
He could never fathom her
She would never give it away
She was a mystery
And she wanted to keep it that way
He kept on guessing
But he could never capture her true nature
I don’t like to dress up
I hate to act like such a girl
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
The girl who stole the cookie jar took hold of the chocolates too.
The candies, the pastries and the cola coated cakes
have been taken as well.
The doughnuts have been held hostage,
the eggs, spam, ham and the sausages…..
…have all gone, with the wind.
Alas! The honey bread, the jellybean, have been taken too.
Oh that girl! That mischievous girl!
She’ll be stealing more cookie jars once I’m done baking