Why Are You Not Wearing A Coloured Coat?

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Why are you not wearing a coloured coat? Do you know how it feels when your bag matches your gloves? When you spell “different”, do you be? Do you give two fs about being, or do you rush to rent? Why do they stare? Could you stare at different without seeing the rent? Stop, and stare? How to make them stop, and stare? Or not stare? Do you know it is subjectivity that brings forth diversity? Isn’t that what the entire fashion industry is built on? If not? Who is the designer? What is the logo? Where is the name? If I bought you a glass of champagne, would you wear your clothes inside out? Why would you not? What is there then, for us to celebrate?

What is the favourite colour of your shadow? Say, sassy yellow, dusty pink, white or leading blue? How many times in a day do you open the drawer? What about the drawer where your pins and needles lay? Do you see what you lack? A thinking hat, a merry pin, a heart on the sleeve or a shoe on the other foot? 

What is there under your belt? What is there?

Why wouldn’t you tell me what is there?

If I bought you a glass of champagne, would you choose your wedding dress blindfolded? Surely the person at the end of the aisle wouldn’t care? 

So what if he cares? What if they care?

What if you don’t care?

 

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With love x

 

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