This poem is about not wanting people to define or label me because of the clothes I chose to wear. My body is mine to dress as I want, and how I choose to dress it should not make others choose to judge me or make assumptions.
Thin blue dress
patterned with vivacious horses
slides over red gym shorts
and a black & white bra
slides over a bike seat
as heat swelters, sweat trickles
“Oh you look so nice”
first comment of the day
I don’t usually wear femme; are you surprised?
Now that I fit your stereotype, am I more acceptable?
“Who are you trying to impress?”
No one, but me
My body is not for you
Horses gallop over
black & white bra
eyes slide toward my body
as my body slides on my bike
red shorts glisten, wind caresses my thighs
as I slide through the air
My body is mine
I dress it for me to be me
It does not define me, or my gender identity
I dress it to slide through the air