You ask me the moment I am born
to cover myself
with that blackish-red cape
because my breasts are too big
because my stomach spills out
because my back shows
because my what-not is visible.
I wear my cape
as you desire
as you society
asked me to.
I wear it
like my skin
but now after all this time
centuries and millennia
I grow tired of it.
I wish to remove
this dastardly skin/cape.
B e g o n e .
You are no longer mine.
Snake skin-like
I shed you.
I will wear
What I please.
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