Men Are Like Dresses .....

When I was five, I watched a seamstress make me a dress

Men are like dresses, on you put the best, she said

I’m measuring its size, using you to test

I watched her work on a fashion portrait for me

Of material she took her time choosing the best quality

She took her time making the best fit

She locked eyes on the strings and drew them to her bosom

She laid the silk and velvet swabs on her breasts

And as the material lay breathless on her chest

She evened out a crease, and sealed a seam

The material was an acolyte under her caress

Manipulated to any shape and feel she desired

With her divine skill it became what she aspired

A shift dress, an empire waist baby doll dress, or a little black dress

When I was five, I watched a seamstress make me a dress

Men are like dresses, on you put the best, she said

Some men are like an empire waist baby doll dress that flares at the bottom

Eager to hug the bust line, the wrong cut can suffocate the heart

Whichever way you allow the wind to blow it between your legs it’ll start

With a peek, then a touch, it’ll even dance before it flares away

Some men are like peplum shift dresses

They leave something to the imagination as they hide your flaws

You’ll soon outgrow them; don’t fret when they fall short and become too small

Everything ends, even dresses can’t help being finite

But some men are like Little Black Dresses

Full of class and simple sense, it’s loved by your mammas

Every girl should have at least one for its timelessness

It lets a woman exude beautiful power and loves her forever

When I was five, I watched a seamstress make me a dress

Men are like dresses, on you put the best, she said.

By Andiswa Onke Maqutu (South Africa)

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