Ball gown scuffs across concrete, 
feet wobble in my glass slipper.
Back straightened with
a metal pole holding my frame.
Hair, stiff, glued into place.

I spot her.
Heels like daggers,
hair piled high, poofy, free.

Her stride commands the room,
a hurricane of sequins and glamour.
Eyes, an artist’s canvas,
cheekbones sharp—
cutting through tradition.

And I—
A trembling silhouette in satin
I trace the edge of my shadow,
longing to wear a smile
that’s mine. 

Happy Pride Month, all!

I loved writing this piece as I truly have so much admiration for those who are unapologetically themselves. You guys have taught me a lot!

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