Fashion

Fri, 12/05/2014 - 01:45 -- Daisyo

Fashion is only skin deep.

It only keeps you warm and comfortable and confident

When it’s in season,

Only moisturizes your insecurities like Vaseline

If you fit-in

But it’s counterfeiting if you can’t fit in those skinny jeans.

 

I can’t.

I am a cook.

See my words melt into your conscience like the fire of a first love,

Because the first time I ever said love

was when I tasted the sweetness of jollof rice, empanadas,

spring rolls, jerk chicken, sashimi, curry, linguini, croissants

Not the look of pig skin washed, ironed and padded on a shoulder of a woman in stilettos.

I am an artist.

Watch my fingers pair stars with scarfs,

Wear them like painted jewels on the soles of my boots

Where the souls of young dreamers have found refuge

Because being an artist is useless if you don’t fit those skinny jeans.

I am an engineer.

Pedal my machine like petals of individuality carelessly being tossed on the runway

Lost in the seams of denims and crop tops

Boot cuts and high lows

Open backs and distressed jeans

Because i can’t seem to fit personality into my skinny jeans

And no, I can’t fit my galaxy.

Because my ideas are a milky way of creativity and originality.

I rock paintbrushes like Versace

Craft sentences like Louis Vuitton

Bake cakes from dreams so vibrant with hope they rival

The price of Dolce & Gabbana –

I am an innovator.

No wonder they don’t sell clothes in size “me.’

They’re too distressed by my voracious spirit they tried to confine in those itty-bitty skinny jeans.

Tried to suction up my imagination in tube tops,

Pierce my ears with diamond earrings,

Fetter me in feather boas,

Plant me in wedges so inclined I was inclined to decline.

 

But hey, fashion is fashion.

It’s such a shame that our generation is so

Swayed by the names of these brands that they can’t

Even name the brand of slavery they are enslaved to.

They can’t understand that simply taking off their clothes, washing them in cold water

Tumbling dry and cool ironing

Is not enough to bleach the imprint of consumerism.

Because they are consumed by the fear of not fitting in,

Those skinny jeans.

 

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