Ink: The Way It’s Always Been
May 12, 2021
Clothes are my art-form
they are the stories
the dances
the sculptures
the compositions
that guide my thoughts
and connect me to the world,
helping me feel more alive.
My mother believes
that girls should dress in
loose
and shape-less clothes
so she makes me stray away from the newer, tighter fabrics
that are cut just an inch or two from the acceptable clothes
or reveal just a little bit more skin than she would like
yet I still find myself gazing at the pinks,
the blues,
the oranges,
the yellows
in the shorter tops, dresses, and skirts
that I had seen in my friends’ closets.
Skirts.
Dresses.
Crop tops.
Are all forbidden.
Girls are not supposed to show off their bodies,
showing them off makes the boys
feel like we’re opening our arms and legs to any and everything.
But why,
Why do boys get to think that?
Do they all go around thinking that?
That the way we dress is a translation of consent?
I remember when I was younger
all the outfits were identical in my school.
Then, no one cared about what you wore
because we all wore the same thing.
Now, I have a choice.
Whether I would want to be called a name and own a label I would be assigned
or hide all the colors and patterns lurking in my closet.
What would I choose?
Living with or against the patriarchy?
Secretly, I wish that I still had that boring uniform again so my thoughts
about the colors and patterns
would hide away
and would only be shown by those I see on weekends and over the summer
But I would still would wish for my stories
or my dances
or my sculptures
or my compositions
to comfort me as I search for myself in the dazed confusion of my mind.
Many girls show their art off
so vividly and colorfully
yet people stare
the boys and girls point and whisper
the boys take advantage of the sight of them and proclaim they love them
then they talk and label them
because it’s the way it’s always been.