Playing Dress Up

just me, musing infront of the mirror

All little girls play dress up

     and so do I now,

But not with momma’s clothes –

     with my own!

 

From beatnik to punk rock

    all you need is a black t-shirt

    and a wild eye.

She’s a professor, an engineer,

    a lady in blue.
A princess at last, though she never knew.

 

Hair up or down?

    To dance in the wind, or stand firm

     before the storm,

like momma did.

 

Pull on your boots, but no cowgirl —

     a reactionary, servant of a shoeless cause!

Rainbows and face paint, tattoos and chastity belts,

     she’s from London

                                 Or Bangladesh.

 

A Renoir wearing golden hair and eyes,

     an Orwellian dream, a space-age trip

A fluid canvas, a deeply dyed sculpture

     A tye dye heart.

A moving work of art.

 

I’m just playing dress up,

     Not going along - but you could label me

     (though I’ve cut off all my tags),

I’m walking out on the mirror, out of the door

     And probably leaving a white bra on the floor

Reviews

[Andromeda]

niiiiiiiiice. i liketh!

[SweetPersephone]

I love this! My favorite part was from "A tye dye heart..." and down. ^_^ Privately, I think you added a piece of yourself to it. Especially with the beatnik parts :)