The Dress
You like this dress I'm wearing?
It's more than what you see.
I've had it my whole life,
but time has changed it drastically.
We all wear a different dress
in different colors, styles and size.
The dress you wear right now,
tell people who you are inside.
Your dress isn't in a closet,
on a shelf, or display rack.
Your dress is how you carry
your life across your back.
My dress was way too big
when I was a younger girl.
I couldn't wait to grow up
and find my fit inside this world
Then it got too tight.
I had so many dreams.
Marriage, kids, and work
were all busting at the seams.
It came unraveled more than once,
calling for some real adjustments.
I had to lose some extra weight,
like heavy hate and salty grudges.
I've had blood and dirty stains
on the dress I had to wear.
And the ones I couldn't clean
are soaking in my mother's prayers.
My dress has been ripped open.
It's been torn and it's been patched.
It's been dyed and it's been faded
And it's been terribly mismatched.
Some say it's out of style,
but I don't like that phrase.
It's simply vintage darling,
So don't put me on your stage.
The runway that I've walked
has not been Gucci filled.
But it taught me how to walk
through pain in my high heels.
We all have a dress to wear.
Why do we gossip and tear down
those who trip and fall
and cant get off the ground?
If you don't like thier runway
or all the junk in her trunk,
maybe you should flip the lights
to see how far they've come.
The dress we all are wearing
will sometimes pull us down.
But your beauty is your walk.
So work your runway proud.
Copyright © Tamara Jennette | Year Posted 2022
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