I walked across the floor.
My flats clicking on the floor.
My flowy dress hitting my legs.
A mask of makeup on my face.
compressed into a role.
A smile painted upon my face with red lipstick.
Tears on my face,
covered by makeup.
I hate this.
I don't want to be this way.
I tried to pull away,
but they held the leash tighter.
Dress like a girl. they said.
your a girl, not a man.
They handed me a dress, and lipstick.
This is who you have to be.
I sobbed, and told them no.
This is your role, Now take it.
I burned the dress,
And took the scissors to my hair.
I will throw the lipstick into the ocean.
I am not a pawn.
I will not conform.
I am not property.
I will not be chained to society.
Don't determine who I have to be.
I am not just a dress.
I am not a chess piece.
I will not be in this game of chess.
I will be the rogue,
that fights to stay true to myself.
At all costs.
I will burn the dress.
And continue to take the scissors to my hair.
I will cast away the lipstick.'
I am not a Dress.
*this was supposed to be for the prompt Dress, but I didn't submit it, so here it is*