I have tags of my price
Money, jewelry, and clothes.
I show up in ceremonies
To show off my dignified gender.
So I dress what their eyes can look
As visible cultural model I so rose.
My slim body is soaked in heavy dress
Slow light walks are of heaviness.
They eye social norms in me when
My identity hides out of sight.
Social covering clothes my body
Thus my comfort is all gone.
I am naked for my shy eyes
Yet heavily covered for their norms.
Dumb lips are surly preferred
Whose lipsticks shine from miles away
I am red in heat
The closer I come to touch.
They gaze at me with an open eye;
My eyes are down to my shame
Their instinct detected me of good
When I had worn perfume of tradition!
They embraced my decoration
So my identity faded away...