Jul 262020
 

The moulding power of tights,
Should never go understated.
The embracing comfort around my legs,
Oh, how this was made for me!

The cute looseness of a skirt
Should never go understated.
The freeing comfort it brings me,
Oh, how this was made for me!

The creative power of make-up
Should never go understated.
The enigmatic comfort it brings me,
Oh, how these were made for me!
I stand before you,
Looking, seeking
Judging.
Am I who I say I am?
Or merely just a trender?
Were these made for me?

All that love I poured into you,
And you cannot return the favour.
Don’t stare at me with those deep blue eyes,
You’ve made your point.
Chain me to the denim,
I surrender!
These were never made for me!

The anger lets go.
The hatred dies.
The love floods back.

I stand here, queer.
Adorned in the mismatched fabrics
Of femme and masc.
And I think to myself:
“Oh, how I was made for these.”

Sonny Rhoey Liverod-Griffin

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