I wrote this poem to encourage girls and women to just wear what they want. A clothing item that you really like can give you a very special feeling and give you that last snippet of confidence to do something you always wanted. I think most people can very much relate to the struggle of choosing an outfit they feel good in, and often times friends tell me that they like a certain way other women dress but are too shy or too self-conscious to embrace it themselves. Fuck this! Girls deserve it to feel sexy and confident and happy in their bodies and in their clothes. So this poem was an attempt to bring this message across and to make you all smile.
A Special Pair of Trousers
This girl, she was young and she was fierce
And when she was walking through the mall
With her hips swinging like she didn’t care at all
They would all turn their heads, even dead Franklin Pierce
She walked in a determined manner
in search of her all-time favourite store
she knew exactly what she was looking for
and she gasped when she finally spotted the banner
She had goosebumps when entering the shop
All those colours, all so visually pleasing
How could she ever be leaving?
And when she saw it, it was the cherry on top.
She walked very fast and straight ahead
Took a turn left and suddenly saw black
She had bumped into a woman, but it didn’t hold her back
She didn’t say sorry, but kept on walking instead.
She targeted the one item that she desired
That she had repeatedly dreamed about
In her eyes, it was the most beautiful one without any doubt
It was all she ever required.
And when she finally stood before it
Saw it worn by this plain looking mannequin
She couldn’t believe this was happening
All she was hoping for was, that it would fit
She took her size from the hanging rail
And aimed for a fitting room
She looked at it again and could only presume
That she would have a happy ending for her little fairytale.
She slipped one foot into the first trouser leg
And the second followed quickly
She grabbed the waistband and pulled them up slickly
And for once she didn’t feel like a keg.
It was magical, that look on her face
The pair of trousers fit just perfectly
The cut, the length, the shimmer, what an absurdity
But she loved it and looked at the mirror with a dreamy gaze.
The trousers were as special as herself
A true eye catcher: They were glittery, but yet so soft
Nothing could stop her, no matter at what cost
This girl would rock a glittery pair of trousers and not store it on her shelf.
Laura was listening to Human by Sevdaliza while writing this poem.