The Smell of Change


Can you see from my clothes, 
all the things I know.
Adorned from head to toe in mediocrity.
I use to feel the need to exceed normality. 
Adorned with rainbows and glitter,
feathers and lace;
In the most flamboyant of ways. 
But people couldn't hear what I had to say.
They became awestruck on this entire phase. 
And I began to change. 
As i began to blend,
It seemed to mean
my voice.
Because no one will listen to a supposed crazy,
Standing here in my industrialized skinnies
and ombre sweater.
My words seem to impress. 
No longer limited by the way that I dress. 



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