Strip Me Down
You can do it, if you won't Someone or something else will
I don't want my clothes on
I don't want my clothes
they are so pretty but so ugly filling up that huge closet
you know the expression, "skeletons in ur closet" -- well I got clothes in mine
big secret
hidden behind an ostentatious shield, lies <-- I despise these ugly words, they bring me down in weakness
thus now it is exposed. THENAKEDTRUTH.
Know me
so few see me for who I am truly
and it's still hard for me to often be myself, truly, because I am disposed to become easily melded into social norms. Daily taking shapes and different forms. Do you hear me, dearest Gumby? My little green magical friend, you have tread lightly upon the earth and represent all that is good, you nurture my creative imagination and let me be me, little Gumby you are my small God, I used to take you by the hand and carry you along wherever I trod...quite literally...
The irony, the connections that form as if all lifely details of mine do 'twine int'r a woven blanket, some queer quilt, ripped in many places, pieces stranded and strung together to fit inside this body of mine, to out-fit with clothes I change several times, to out-fit what I want to exude from my inner energy fit, change clothes quick make it cute, cool, then throw things into the huge closet back, cover it up with a pretty tapestry of green and black, bought from a hippie market that contradicts- offering things we do not lack
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