She wore denims all the time

 

Tied her hair in a bun up and high,

 

She was short tempered and swore all the while

 

Wouldn’t get decked up with all the heavy makeup.

 

She laughed aloud and danced around

 

She wouldn't wear tight skirts or dresses short,

 

Just her comfort jeans and favourite t-shirts.

 

Her heart was in her work

 

And mind bubbling with creativity,

 

She always seemed to spread smiles

 

And positivity.

 

She jumped in sneakers and converse shoes,

 

High heels weren't her comfort boots.

 

Who will marry you? Why don't you Dress like a Girl?

 

They asked her all the time.

 

But she didn't care as she was happy and fine.

 

Why is she defined by what she wears?

 

Why should she prove her   to the society who don't really care?

 

She can dress and be how she likes,

 

Her natural gift by God alone, is the biggest proof

 

That she is a Female and she doesn't need to prove it at all.