feel worried ’bout the way i do my selection…
know, my clothes in the wardrobe section…
pick and dump and
and choose and,
are a lot that i hardly touch, or feel or even wear.
i started to feel sorry for the many clothes that i don’t or hardly wear;
sometimes i am givin’em away
sayin’ this won’t be appropriate for today.
don’t even care to give’em some face time.
i thot it was ’bout time
that was when i began talkin’ to my clothes.
wake up every morning and
up every piece’o fabric i got on my hanger.
even created a new word ‘slanger’
enable my interaction with ma clothes last longer.
would address each and every one of’em
back to forth,
forth to back,
back to forth again.
pause a lil’
look back into my bag
be sure none was neglected.
my affection did extend equally to get all of’em affected.
t’was just like i expected.
i felt satisfied
at least every piece’o fabric i got is attended to
with all due respect.
at that moment
forgot my stockings
briefs, my hand and body towels,
sheets and pillow cases,
blanket, and even my curtains.
i had to rearrange again,
create their space in the wardrobe section.
maybe to avoid racial discrimination,
some’o my curtains and clothes were White,
had a new rearrangement:
Colored and White. And
Colored and Black,
be clear which’o’em colors i had few or even lacked,
it’s a wrap.
on this perfect day,
got outta my house, locked my door,
was ready to be in motion.
was when it dawned on me that i left out a very vital section;
RAGS wardrobe section.