How pleasant it would be
to just do things
because they felt right.
take someone’s hand for comfort, for friendship,
things mean what you make them.
How different the world would seem if we could just
dance our spirits away out of love and gratitude and happiness
and not be branded whores, teases;
no promises were ever made.
What a breath of fresh air it would be
to be able to laugh and joke,
to share passions, fill our lungs and sing
without the jeers of ‘attention-seeker’, ‘show off’, ‘putting it on’;
it would be more false to stay silent.
to be able to express yourself
blue hair, tattooed neck.
I’m wearing a skintight dress but my stomach isn’t flat;
you really should wear things that flatter you
yes but i like this
so bite me,
What a weight off our shoulders it would be
to be given free rein of our lives
to be ourselves