In Uniform

This foreign fabric rubs my spirit raw and childish gossip whispers from the folds of matching wardrobes picking threadwork flaws to make them all more splendid to behold. I've learned the dance but I can't follow it with those dramatic twists and pompous moves. Assuming colors cannot make me fit into the scheme of babes with much to prove! Although I'm tucked into a uniform beneath there's more than what I'll ever share, an armor woven while I danced life's storms in only metaphoric underwear. I hope that each define themselves by more than all the uniforms they may have worn.