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.
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