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
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.