Do they cut your words every time you try to speak?
And the white crop tops?
How many times do they remind you
to tuck in your stomach
-just like your other insecurities?
Do you sometimes feel like
unpacking parts of yourself then stop
because other men may get threatened?
And the skin tight skirts..?
Do you hear their silent whispers
when they tell you to
keep your legs closed?
I was born for the loose shirts
and flared pants.
They help me run far,
far away from ideologies
and break out of boxes
created to constrict me.
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