I Suit Myself
Get the party started,
a whole ballroom full of me
goes famished to the buffet of fashion,
to all the dishes they teased me for
eating. Wrong kind of femme,
too much, but the secret is
they can't stop you
wearing a ballgown to school.
Are you even a girl?
No, I'm a bomb in my father's
Dior with the burns on it,
skiving off to watch Ginger Spice
dance in latex in the desert.
I suit myself,
boot myself,
see a neon swan puffball onstage
and find myself.
Shame is the only thing that ever
looked bad on me. If a dress
calls your name, it wants to change
your life. Let colour lick your fingers.
Every wardrobe goes to Narnia so
track through lamplit snow to find
that witch you dream of becoming.
The only way to lose
is by believing someone else
gets to choose what makes you happy.
- Phyllis M