To dress like a woman

I'm old and wrinkled

My hair is  grey

I don't need to dress like a woman 

For I am a woman 

My breasts sag

I've got a pot belly

I don't need to dress like a woman 

For I am a woman 

When I gave birth 

I didn't have to dress like a woman

For I was a woman

I don't have to pretend

To please a man

For I am  every bit a woman.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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