For a woman

No-one and everyone
Watches me cross the street,
Noting the height of my heels,
The length of my skirt,
Shape of my calves,
They are wondering what sexy
Underwear I might be wearing.
I know they are looking
And it makes me nervous
To have my weaknesses exposed,
Where they can see my real self
Underneath my fashion clothing,
The feelings and sensations
Of moods and emotions,
Tomorrow, I will wear black,
Reconstructing my identity.

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