My Dress
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That dress.
That DRESS.
The one 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.
That dress.
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.
That dress.
That DRESS.
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.
That dress.
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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Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2013
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