Dear Fashion

The day I saw you, I was made to understand that I am naive, My long gown with a hair tie that looks like that of Magdalena I was wearing was said to be archaic, Come out from the dark I heard like a Pentecostal pastor talking to a catholic Christian, I wanted to stop being a Jew-man, I needed them to stop calling me John, I left my gown for a miniskirt, oh this is my first time, The curve of my hip showed and they said she is hot ??, To make me a hot girl I have to put on a top shirt that shows my breasts, Or a spaghetti hand, This is the first time I feel belonged, Each year comes different package, We have seen trousers which looks like an old okirika, tartared from the leg down, This is how you made us look like mad people, Oh you fashion, styling us into hell, To the boys, you made them half naked, when they try to sag their trousers, You brought leggings trousers that made us carry waterproof or lather like a woman selling grandnut in other wear you off, You have caused that some of our girls are raped, You have made many great men of God to be seduced, You have made us see what should be protected, Nothing is no longer covered under the sun, everything lies bare, Tell us what you are turning us into? What is the next of your styles? I know one day you will make us go naked ??in your name, But please allow me to pass out from this phase before you carry out your next notch.