Poem by Wendye Savage

My dress fits me well

My dress fits me fine;

I can’t wear yours

You can’t wear mine.

A price came with my dress

Though I may keep it on the low;

Certainly you paid a price for yours

That no one really knows.

So when you see me coming

Don’t squint with catty eyes;

Accept dresses come in different colors

Different styles and size.

Like you, life has tailor made me

Original to the core;

For that reason you can’t wear my dress

And I can not wear yours.