pure teflon

It's armor that I wear,

for the identity I bear.

My ripped jeans and

shaved hair, the swagger

exaggerating each step

and yes, I'm aware

of what I look like,

thank you for noticing.

You'd think I'd get tired

of the words and long stares.

But honestly, I love this

power I've reclaimed.

Clothes as armor, my

smile is fanged. You think

you can scare the freedom

out of me?

Walk a mile in my shoes.

I'd like to see how you fair.