Black Pencil Skirt

I wear my black pencil skirt
tight like the chains I’ve been in
highlighting every curve
I’ve grown up to be ashamed of
skin tight
like my inability to sleep at night
too busy thinking about
not
ever going up
I could never be a queen
because I refuse to be thin
when thick is in
but thin still wins.

I wear my black pencil skirt
like I’ve worn my long convent skirt
as a uniform
for the girl I’ve become liberated from
grew hips that dip
hear them say it’s too tight
like their minds, narrow
to the woman I’ve become
I am becoming
I say I am 44 inches unapologetically
squeezing into my jeans
swinging to a new beat
content; with the me within.

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