SunDress
I don't like the stinging insult
Of perfume on my sunburned skin.
It's poison, and I know it.
Yet I still breathe it in.
I'll wear this dirty sundress
Over modesty's lament.
I'll take your sharpened stares,
Until my self-esteem's cement.
They say beggars can't be choosers
So I've never been to church.
Maybe I just don't get the concept.
Maybe getting it is worse.
I'm not quite sure what I mean here,
Although I meant all that I said.
Sometimes my stitches wiggle loose
Before I've found another thread.
I'm not a thief, but I'm a liar.
Believe in what you want.
The truth is that I'm neither.
I have nothing else to flaunt.
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