DRESSES IN THE CLOSET
It is on this ground that I plant my silver buckled shoes
The ones with tan stitches on the side
An I.O.U given to my eldest sister
Breathable olive green fabric
Laced with white roses that overlooked it
A little shorter than what I was used to
A few inches above the knee
But acceptable unto thee
I remember you saying ‘Come as you are’
My hair was not wild, but free
Black and soft, well taken care of
Banded with a twist pinned to the side
I smelt of fresh sea salt mango
The wind caught me off guard a few times
Leaving my hem blowing like lost paper
I never thought I’d use you
Waiting intentions not placed on you
Your beauty is now utilized
Dark blue material
Hibiscus flowers splayed across
Resembling the feathers of a flamingo
A long neck getting lighter in hue as it reaches its yellow painted beak
Soon you shall be used along with the rest