The one hanging there that doesn't have me in it.
Yeah, that one.
I remember when I felt pretty
I remember when I felt safe
I remember when I felt valued, secure, even loved.
Of course I can't wear it now
I remember when women were regarded as less than cows
And if you don't, maybe check you're history books
Or you bible.
That dress, though,
That was me
A me that only those closest to me could ever see.
Yeah, maybe it's not freeform...
But it's my dress.
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