Proud

O, self-indulgent woman, your body is a sin. Raven locks of discord, wipe the red stain from your grin. That dress you wear, the fabric sheer, go put on something plain. It draws too much attention when you're dancing in the rain. Sad song you sing, 'bout all your pain, stop singing it so loud. Shoulders back, gaze toward the Sun, beautiful and proud.

Copyright 2016 Angela Skaggs