In My Closet

In my closet

You will find

Belly dancing attire

The vibrant kind

With scarves that jingle

And fabric of silken fiber

Purples, golds, and oranges

Beautiful colors to admire

Pink, blue, and purple

Pastels I love the best

Yes in my closet

You will find

A wardrobe unlike the rest

If clothes tell a story

Then my wardrobe has one to tell

My clothes they are symbolic

And yours they are as well

What is important to consider

Is also what is not there

Why are there things that you cherish

And then items with which  you despair?

My entire life I have hated one thing

And never known just why

The item that you wear around your waist

Has been something that I have always despised

I hesitate to say the word

It is something that’s hard to bear

The thing that you buckle

Around your waist

In my closet, you cannot find it there

I always seemed to lose them

Could never stand to use them

I always hated to wear them

Always wanted to spare them

 

Symbolically constricting

Symbolically disturbing

Symbolically confusing

Symbolically…..

 

Oh how prophetic

My obsession turned out to be

What some consider

to be mundane

Is highly dangerous to me

The note you sent

Home with my child

“If it has a loop,

Please add a belt with a smile”

To you I’m an unfit mother

To me I am just cautious

To you it is mundane

To me it makes me nauseous

Among the teens and tweens

The pants they sag and droop

They often do not wear those things

That go within the loops

We shake our heads and wonder

Whatever could be wrong

“Why don’t they just wear those things?”

But I say, leave them alone

Yes, leave them alone

Those loops you have

Around your delicate waist

Stay free, stay wild, stay wonderful

Those things are a disgrace

So in my closet

Yes you will find

Every type of clothing that’s dealt

But in my closet

In this lifetime

You will never find a belt.

Perhaps I am neurotic

Perhaps a bit naive

I say we take them one by one

And throw them into the sea

A world without constriction

And the hand that I’ve been dealt

Is the world where I want to live

A world without a belt.

So what shall it be?

What say you?

Will you join me in my feat?

Let’s take all the belts

In the world

And burn them in the streets

We’ll jump on them

And stomp on them

Until my heart just melts…

Until that day

In my closet you still

Shall never find a belt.

 

 

 

 

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smoothsailing289

I am a wife, mother, RN, make-up artist, and musician, who also happens to have a mood disorder. Fortunately, I will not let the latter define me. I am also a survivor of suicide loss. This website is dedicated to my brother, Jefferson Joseph Blanton-Harris ("Joey"). This site is to share thoughts about beauty, fashion, and most of all, mental health. Because fabulousness starts with good mental health! ~"I only want to see you laughing in the Purple Rain" - Prince

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